The English household magazine, 第 4 卷

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1883

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第 179 頁 - His seraphim, with the hallowed fire of His altar, to touch and purify the lips of whom He pleases. To this must be added industrious and select reading, steady observation, insight into all seemly and generous acts and affairs. Till which, in some measure be
第 142 頁 - may thy hardy sons of rustic toil From luxury's contagion, weak, and vile, Then howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-lov'd Isle. " О Thou, who pour'd the patriotic tide That stream'd thro' Wallace's undaunted heart, Who dar'd to nobly stem tyrannic pride,
第 179 頁 - as being a work not to be raised from the heat of youth or the vapours of wine, like that which flows at waste from the pen of some vulgar amourist, or the trencher fury of a rhyming parasite ; nor to be obtained by the invocation of Dame
第 152 頁 - on the eve of the Battle of Waterloo, " There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's Capital had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men.'
第 178 頁 - I was confirmed in this opinion, that he who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things ought himself to be a true poem ; that is, a composition and pattern of the best and honourablest things ; not presuming to sing of high praises of heroic men or famous cities, unless he have in himself the experience of
第 190 頁 - Decidedly can try us ; He knows each chord—its various tone, Each spring—its various bias ! Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ; What's done we partly may compute But know not what's resisted
第 190 頁 - And just as lamely can ye mark The moving why they do it : How far perhaps they rue it. " Who made the heart, 'tis He alone Decidedly can try us ; He knows each chord—its various tone, Each spring—its various bias ! Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ; What's done we partly may compute But know not what's resisted
第 142 頁 - The priest-like father reads the sacred page, How Abram was the friend of God on high ; Or Moses bade eternal warfare wage Beneath the stroke of heaven's avenging ire ; Or Job's pathetic plaint, and wailing cry,
第 142 頁 - Pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, its bloom is shed ; Or like the snow-fall in the river, A moment white, then melts for ever ; Or like the borealis race, That flit
第 121 頁 - My indignation yet boils at the recollection of the scoundrel factor's insolent threatening letters, which used to set us all in tears. This kind of life—the cheerless gloom of a hermit, with the unceasing moil of a galley-slave, brought me to my sixteenth year.

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