The Iris, Or Literary Messenger, Band 1The proprietors, 1841 |
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... wild passions ruled him now . " My triumph is almost complete , " he exclaimed , as he hurried on , almost maddened by the fierce thoughts of success . " I have come once more to woo thee , love , " said he , scornfully , as he appeared ...
... wild passions ruled him now . " My triumph is almost complete , " he exclaimed , as he hurried on , almost maddened by the fierce thoughts of success . " I have come once more to woo thee , love , " said he , scornfully , as he appeared ...
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... wild and banks of green . II . But never more shall moonbeam light The chief who fell with battling brand ; His star , which shone with lustre bright , Shall never more its rays expand . III . Round Erie's ramparts gleaming far , What ...
... wild and banks of green . II . But never more shall moonbeam light The chief who fell with battling brand ; His star , which shone with lustre bright , Shall never more its rays expand . III . Round Erie's ramparts gleaming far , What ...
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... wild , As the free - hearted mirth of the gleeful child , And , mingled with song of the gay summer bird , In unison sweet through the forest was heard ; — The voice of its music hath silently died , No more shall ye hear from its ...
... wild , As the free - hearted mirth of the gleeful child , And , mingled with song of the gay summer bird , In unison sweet through the forest was heard ; — The voice of its music hath silently died , No more shall ye hear from its ...
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... wild is sighing for me , As it seeks the wave of the purling stream ; " Summer , I look , fair summer , for thee , With thy rainbow arch , and thy bright sun - beam . " Fare thee well , now , for my visit is o'er , Winter has come , and ...
... wild is sighing for me , As it seeks the wave of the purling stream ; " Summer , I look , fair summer , for thee , With thy rainbow arch , and thy bright sun - beam . " Fare thee well , now , for my visit is o'er , Winter has come , and ...
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... wild notes free ; And the echoing notes that the houri sings , Thrill the spell - bound heart with their syren glee . " " Joy , joy shall rule here with a sceptred sway , For in mirth will we pass our endless day ; We'll revel in love ...
... wild notes free ; And the echoing notes that the houri sings , Thrill the spell - bound heart with their syren glee . " " Joy , joy shall rule here with a sceptred sway , For in mirth will we pass our endless day ; We'll revel in love ...
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Seite 18 - For we know that if our earthly house of this tabernacle were dissolved, we have a building of GOD, an house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens. For in this we groan, earnestly desiring to be clothed upon with our house which is from heaven : if so be that being clothed we shall not be found naked.
Seite 38 - Wherefore I praised the dead which are already dead more than the living which are yet alive. Yea, better is he than both they, which hath not yet been, who hath not seen the evil work that is done under the sun.
Seite 207 - And purple all the ground with vernal flowers. Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears; Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffadillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Seite 357 - I shall detain you now no longer in the demonstration of what we should not do, but straight conduct you to a hillside, where I will point you out the right path of a virtuous and noble education ; laborious, indeed, at the first ascent, but else so smooth, so green, so full of goodly prospect, and melodious sounds on every side, that the harp of Orpheus was not more charming.
Seite 506 - To live within himself; she was his life, The ocean to the river of his thoughts, Which terminated all: upon a tone, A touch of hers, his blood would ebb and flow, And his cheek change tempestuously— his heart Unknowing of its cause of agony.
Seite 18 - For we that are in this tabernacle do groan, being burdened: not for that we would be unclothed, but clothed upon, that mortality might be swallowed up of life.
Seite 171 - Italia! oh Italia! thou who hast The fatal gift of beauty, which became A funeral dower of present woes and past, On thy sweet brow is sorrow plough'd by shame, And annals graved in characters of flame. Oh, God! that thou wert in thy nakedness Less lovely or more powerful, and couldst claim Thy right, and awe the robbers back, who press To shed thy blood, and drink the tears of thy distress...
Seite 150 - The poor inhabitant below Was quick to learn and wise to know, And keenly felt the friendly glow, And softer flame ; But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stain'd his name ! Reader, attend ! whether thy soul Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole, Or darkling grubs this earthly hole, In low pursuit ; Know, prudent, cautious, self-control Is wisdom's root.
Seite 566 - Sweet Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die.
Seite 198 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing...