The Spirit of the English MagazinesMonroe and Francis, 1830 - American periodicals |
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... took , and he was conveyed to the capital as a traitor , seven hun- dred miles , only to explain the joke . It is not a little singular that the custom of making fools on the first day of April , still practised with much zest in ...
... took , and he was conveyed to the capital as a traitor , seven hun- dred miles , only to explain the joke . It is not a little singular that the custom of making fools on the first day of April , still practised with much zest in ...
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... took him into his house as a medical attendant and friend , and ultimately left him the bulk of his property . Thus , out of an intended Fool's Day hoax , by the inscrutable caprice of fortune , a frolic led its dupe to wealth . This ...
... took him into his house as a medical attendant and friend , and ultimately left him the bulk of his property . Thus , out of an intended Fool's Day hoax , by the inscrutable caprice of fortune , a frolic led its dupe to wealth . This ...
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... took his body and mind into their successive charge , and with equally ill fortune ; his mother's temper , of which the biographer has by no means deprived the public of sufficient de- tails , defeating the cares of guardians , masters ...
... took his body and mind into their successive charge , and with equally ill fortune ; his mother's temper , of which the biographer has by no means deprived the public of sufficient de- tails , defeating the cares of guardians , masters ...
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... took his share of everything , good and bad , dashed into gaming like the rest . But he made the affair one of princi- ple . cc a " I have , " says his journal , notion that gamblers are as happy as many people , being always excited ...
... took his share of everything , good and bad , dashed into gaming like the rest . But he made the affair one of princi- ple . cc a " I have , " says his journal , notion that gamblers are as happy as many people , being always excited ...
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... took to herself the flat- tering belief that she was the object of peculiar horror to Napoleon . This was just the woman to captivate the quick fancy of a man like Byron ; and he embalmed her in his first foreign verses . In his letters ...
... took to herself the flat- tering belief that she was the object of peculiar horror to Napoleon . This was just the woman to captivate the quick fancy of a man like Byron ; and he embalmed her in his first foreign verses . In his letters ...
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Page 120 - A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Page 470 - Is it far away, in some region old, Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold, Where the burning rays of the ruby shine, And the diamond lights up the secret mine, And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand? Is it there, sweet mother! that better land? Not there, not there, my child ! Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy!
Page 415 - In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed; In war, he mounts the warrior's steed; In halls, in gay attire is seen; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above ; For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
Page 370 - Their graves are severed far and wide, By mount, and stream, and sea. The same fond mother bent at night O'er each fair sleeping brow ; She had each folded flower in sight — Where are those dreamers now ? One, 'midst the forests of the West, By a dark stream is laid — The Indian knows his place of rest, Far in the cedar shade.
Page 470 - Not there, not there, my child !" " Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy ! Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy ; Dreams cannot picture a world so fair— Sorrow and death may not enter there ; Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom, Far beyond the clouds, and beyond the tomb, — It is there, it is there, my child !
Page 120 - Come live with me and be my Love, And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dale and field, And all the craggy mountains yield. There will we sit upon the rocks And see the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals.
Page 367 - We have laughed at little jests ; For the fount of hope was gushing, Warm and joyous, in our breasts ; But laughter now hath fled thy lip, And sullen glooms thy brow. We have been gay together: Shall a light word part us now? We have been sad together ; We have wept, with bitter tears, O'er the grass-grown graves where slumbered The hopes of early years ; The voices which are silent there Would bid thee clear thy brow.
Page 121 - Previously to my departure, it had been strongly impressed on my mind, that Lord Byron was under the influence of insanity. This opinion was derived in a great measure from the communications made to me by his nearest relatives and personal attendant, who had more opportunities than myself of observing him during the latter part of my stay in town.
Page 196 - Whose walls of mud scarce bear the broken door; There, where the putrid vapours, flagging, play, And the dull wheel hums doleful through the day ;— There children dwell who know no parents' care; Parents, who know no children's love, dwell there! Heart-broken matrons on their joyless bed, Forsaken wives, and mothers never wed ; Dejected widows with unheeded tears, And crippled age with more than...
Page 119 - I IN these flowery meads would be : These crystal streams should solace me; To whose harmonious bubbling noise I with my angle would rejoice. Sit here, and see the turtle-dove Court his chaste mate to acts of love; Or on that bank, feel the west wind Breathe health and plenty; please my mind. To see sweet dewdrops kiss these flowers. And then...