The Court Magazine and Monthly Critic, and Lady's Magazine and Museum: A Family Journal of the Belles Lettres, Music, Fine Arts, Drama, Fashion, Etc, Band 25

Dobbs, 1844

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Seite 2 - Great contest follows, and much learned dust Involves the combatants ; each claiming truth, And truth disclaiming both. And thus they spend The little wick of life's poor shallow lamp In playing tricks with nature, giving laws To distant worlds, and trifling in their own.
Seite 81 - For God's sake, come, and live with men: Consider, mice, like men, must die, Both small and great, both you and I: Then spend your life in joy and sport. (This doctrine, friend, I learn'd at court.)" The veriest hermit in the nation May yield, God knows, to strong temptation.
Seite 144 - Adieu to thee, fair Rhine ! How long delighted The stranger fain would linger on his way ! Thine is a scene alike where souls united Or lonely Contemplation thus might stray ; And could the ceaseless vultures cease to prey On self-condemning bosoms, it were here, Where Nature, nor too sombre nor too gay, Wild but not rude, awful yet not austere, Is to the mellow Earth as Autumn to the year.
Seite 78 - Habit with him was all the test of truth, " It must be right : I've done it from my youth.
Seite 79 - The Seasons thus, As ceaseless round a jarring world they roll, Still find them happy; and consenting SPRING Sheds her own rosy garland on their heads: Till evening comes at last, serene and mild; When after the long vernal day of life...
Seite 62 - O wad some power the giftie gie us, To see oursels as others see us!
Seite 53 - God is also in sleep ; and dreams advise, Which he hath sent propitious, some great good Presaging, since with sorrow and heart's distress Wearied I fell asleep : but now lead on ; In me is no delay ; with thee to go, Is to stay here ; without thee here to stay, Is to go hence unwilling ; thou to me Art all things under heaven, all places thou, Who for my wilful crime art banish'd hence.
Seite 158 - Sisters, weave the web of death ! Sisters, cease ! the work is done ! Hail the task, and hail the hands ! Songs of joy and triumph sing ! Joy to the victorious bands ; Triumph to the younger king.
Seite 115 - ... he was little solicitous for the fate of unworthy subjects, who, in the pursuit of lucre, had quitted their country, and abandoned the tombs of their ancestors...
Seite 189 - ... tis noon ? What is true passion, if unblest it dies ? And where is Emma's joy if Henry flies ? If love, alas ! be pain, the pain I bear No thought can figure, and no tongue declare. Ne'er faithful woman felt, nor false one...

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