The New Monthly Magazine and Literary Journal

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Henry Colburn and Company, 1821

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60 ÆäÀÌÁö - Lo! the poor Indian, whose untutor'd mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind; His soul proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk, or milky way...
211 ÆäÀÌÁö - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
305 ÆäÀÌÁö - Out of my grief and my impatience Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what, He should, or he should not ; for he made me mad To see him shine so brisk, and smell so sweet, And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman...
265 ÆäÀÌÁö - The affliction nor the fear. Lear. Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now. Tremble, thou wretch, That hast within thee undivulged crimes, Unwhipp'd of justice ; hide thee, thou bloody hand, Thou perjur'd, and thou simular of virtue That art incestuous ; caitiff, to pieces shake, That under covert and convenient seeming Hast practis'd on man's life ; close pent-up guilts, Rive your concealing continents, and cry These dreadful summoners grace.
129 ÆäÀÌÁö - And standest undecayed within our presence, Thou wilt hear nothing till the Judgment morning, When the great trump shall thrill thee with its warning.
174 ÆäÀÌÁö - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
265 ÆäÀÌÁö - Who, that surveys this span of earth we press, This speck of life in time's great wilderness, This narrow isthmus 'twixt two boundless seas, The past, the future, two eternities ! — Would sully the bright spot or leave it bare, When he might build him a proud temple there A name, that long shall hallow all its space, And be each purer soul's high...
58 ÆäÀÌÁö - But worthier still of note Are those fraternal Four of Borrowdale, Joined in one solemn and capacious grove; Huge trunks! and each particular trunk a growth Of intertwisted fibres serpentine Up-coiling, and inveterately convolved...
177 ÆäÀÌÁö - And of an humbler growth, the other tall, And throwing up into the darkest gloom Of neighbouring cypress, or more sable yew, Her silver globes, light as the foamy surf That the wind severs from the broken wave...
128 ÆäÀÌÁö - Or doffed thine own to let Queen Dido pass; Or held, by Solomon's own invitation, A torch at the great temple's dedication. I need not ask thee if that hand, when...

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