Transatlantic Magazine: Containing Choice Selections from Foreign Current Literature, Bindi 5

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L. R. Hamsersly., 1872
 

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Síða 333 - ... purpose waste in air : So waste not thou ; but come ; for all the vales Await thee; azure pillars of the hearth Arise to thee ; the children call, and I Thy shepherd pipe, and sweet is every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet; Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro' the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees.
Síða 171 - A cry that shiver'd to the tingling stars, And, as it were one voice, an agony Of lamentation, like a wind, that shrills All night in a waste land, where no one comes, Or hath come, since the making of the world. Then murmur'd Arthur, " Place me in the barge,
Síða 326 - Seasons" does not contain a single new image of external nature; and scarcely presents a familiar one from which it can be .inferred that the eye of the Poet had been steadily fixed upon his object, much less that his feelings had urged him to work upon it in the spirit of genuine imagination.
Síða 126 - What choice to choose for delicacy best, What order so contrived as not to mix Tastes, not well joined, inelegant, but bring Taste after taste upheld with kindliest change...
Síða 332 - MOST sweet it is with unuplifted eyes To pace the ground, if path be there or none, While a fair region round the traveller lies Which he forbears again to look upon; Pleased rather with some soft ideal scene, The work of Fancy, or some happy tone Of meditation, slipping in between The beauty coming and the beauty gone.
Síða 328 - That's tost up after fox i' th' hole ; Thy mummeries, thy Twelfth-night kings And queens, thy Christmas revellings ; Thy nut-brown mirth, thy russet wit, And no man pays too dear for it. To these thou hast thy...
Síða 240 - The fair round face, the snowy beard, The velvet of her paws, Her coat, that with the tortoise vies, Her ears of jet, and emerald eyes, She saw; and purr'd applause.
Síða 328 - There's not a budding boy or girl this day But is got up, and gone to bring in May. A deal of youth, ere this, is come 45 Back, and with white-thorn laden home.
Síða 264 - Tracing the physical history of the earth backwards, on strict dynamical principles, we are brought to a red-hot melted globe on which no life could exist. Hence when the earth was first fit for life there was no living thing on it. There were rocks solid and disintegrated, water, air all round, warmed and illuminated by a brilliant sun, ready to become a garden.
Síða 330 - And thou, who mindful of the unhonour'd Dead Dost in these Notes their artless Tale relate By Night & lonely Contemplation led To linger in the gloomy Walks of Fate Hark how the sacred Calm, that broods around Bids ev'ry fierce tumultuous Passion cease In still small Accents whisp'ring from the Ground A grateful Earnest of eternal Peace No more with Reason & thyself at Strife ; Give anxious Cares & endless Wishes room But thro* the cool sequester'd Vale of Life Pursue the silent Tenour of thy Doom.

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