The Literary magnet of the belles lettres, science, and the fine arts, ed. by Tobias Merton. Vol.1 - new ser., vol.[2. Vol.2 of the new ser. wants all after p.192]., 1±ÇTobias Merton (pseud) 1824 |
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... perhaps , renewed , with inconceivable purity , in a better world . We know enough also of the warring passions and misguided motives which actuate man- kind not to be aware , how much this placid state contributes to the general good ...
... perhaps , renewed , with inconceivable purity , in a better world . We know enough also of the warring passions and misguided motives which actuate man- kind not to be aware , how much this placid state contributes to the general good ...
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... perhaps , too com- mon to be interesting ? Deign in your next excursion to pause a mo- ment , and contemplate it anew . You will , perhaps , find that your daily view of the same prospect will vary more than you had antici- pated . New ...
... perhaps , too com- mon to be interesting ? Deign in your next excursion to pause a mo- ment , and contemplate it anew . You will , perhaps , find that your daily view of the same prospect will vary more than you had antici- pated . New ...
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... perhaps are known even to the keeper of his Majesty's conscience . But our reputation , Sir , is too well established to require any eulogium from me . The hardness of the times , however , rendered it necessary for myself and others of ...
... perhaps are known even to the keeper of his Majesty's conscience . But our reputation , Sir , is too well established to require any eulogium from me . The hardness of the times , however , rendered it necessary for myself and others of ...
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... Perhaps for ever , Miss Hesketh - and- " O Mr. Dalton , you have seen my uncle - you think he is very badly , I see you do - you think you shall never see him again , I know you think so ! ' " No , ' tis not so ; he has invited me to ...
... Perhaps for ever , Miss Hesketh - and- " O Mr. Dalton , you have seen my uncle - you think he is very badly , I see you do - you think you shall never see him again , I know you think so ! ' " No , ' tis not so ; he has invited me to ...
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... perhaps but no , no , sir , I know ' tis folly- " She bowed her head upon her knees he drew her hand to his lips , and kissed it , and wept upon it , and whispered as none ever whispered twice , and was answered with a silence more ...
... perhaps but no , no , sir , I know ' tis folly- " She bowed her head upon her knees he drew her hand to his lips , and kissed it , and wept upon it , and whispered as none ever whispered twice , and was answered with a silence more ...
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73 ÆäÀÌÁö - Soft hour ! which wakes the wish and melts the heart Of those who sail the seas, on the first day When they from their sweet friends are torn apart; Or fills with love the pilgrim on his way As the far bell of vesper makes him start, Seeming to weep the dying day's decay...
358 ÆäÀÌÁö - twould boldly trip, And print those roses on my lip. But all its chief delight was still On roses thus itself to fill, And its pure virgin limbs to fold In whitest sheets of lilies cold: Had it lived long, it would have been Lilies without, roses within.
358 ÆäÀÌÁö - Twas, on those little silver feet! With what a pretty, skipping grace It oft would challenge me the race ! And when 't had left me far away, 'Twould stay, and run again, and stay; For it was nimbler, much, than hinds, And trod as if on the four winds.
32 ÆäÀÌÁö - Her pranks the favourite theme of every tongue. But now the day was come, the day, the hour; Now, frowning, smiling, for the hundredth...
414 ÆäÀÌÁö - I will delate you for a warlock to the privy council!' said Sir John. 'I will send you to your master, the devil, with the help of a tar-barrel and a torch ! ' 'I intend to delate mysell to the presbytery,' said Steenie, ' and tell them all I have seen last night, whilk are things fitter for them to judge of than a borrel man like me.
225 ÆäÀÌÁö - Oh! ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay; I never loved a tree or flower, But 'twas the first to fade away.
28 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thou sittest at the right hand of God in the glory of the Father. We believe that thou shalt come to be our Judge. We therefore pray thee help thy servants whom thou hast redeemed with thy precious blood.
100 ÆäÀÌÁö - There scattered oft, the earliest of the year, By hands unseen, are showers of violets found; The redbreast loves to build and warble there, And little footsteps lightly print the ground...
405 ÆäÀÌÁö - Court, wi' the king's ain sword ; and being a red-hot prelatist, he came down here, rampauging like a lion, with commissions of lieutenancy (and of lunacy, for what I ken), to put down a' the Whigs and Covenanters in the country. Wild wark they made of it ; for the Whigs were as dour as the Cavaliers were fierce, and it was which should first tire the other. Redgauntlet was aye for the strong hand ; and his name is kend as wide in the country as Claverhouse's or Tarn Dalyell's.
416 ÆäÀÌÁö - Sir John made up his story about the jackanape as he liked himsell; and some believe till this day there was no more in the matter than the filching nature of the brute. Indeed, ye'll no hinder some to threap, that it was nane o...