The Port FolioEditor and Asbury Dickens, 1824 - Philadelphia (Pa.) |
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Page 195 - O what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! ***** And I of ladies most deject and wretched; That suck'd the honey of his music vows, Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled out of tune and harsh; That unmatched form and feature of blown youth Blasted with ecstasy.* Such
Page 198 - snatches of old tunes; As one incapable of her own distress, Or like a creature native and endu'd Unto that element: but long it could not be, 'Till that her garments, heavy with their drink, PulPd the poor wretch from her melodious lay To muddy death. There is something so exquisitely
Page 197 - say that the owl was a baker's daughter.—Lord! we know what we are, but know not what we may be. ******* I hope all will be well. We must be patient; but I cannot choose but weep to think
Page 193 - subject to his birth: He may not, as unvalued persons do, Carve for himself. Then weigh what loss your honour may sustain, If with too credent ear you list his songs, Or lose your heart: '•— Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister. Polonius, her father, observes:—
Page 445 - Fair pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do ye fall so fast? Your date is not so past; But you may stay here yet awhile, To blush and gently smile, And go at last. What were ye born to be, An hour or half's delight, And so to bid good night? 'Twas pity nature brought you forth, Merely to show
Page 194 - You know sometimes he walks four hours together At such a time I'll loose my daughter to him: Be you and I behind an arras then; Mark the encounter: if he love her not, And be not from his reason fall'n thereon, Let me be no assistant for a state, But keep a farm and carters.
Page 194 - know right well you did, And with them words of so sweet breath composed As made the things more rich: their perfume lost, Take these again; for to the noble mind Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. * » *
Page 487 - those morning haunts are where they should be, at home: not sleeping or concocting the surfeits of an irregular feast, but up and stirring; in winter, often before the sound of any bell awakens men to labour or devotion; in summer, as oft as the bird that first rouses, or not much
Page 445 - worth, And lose you quite. But you are lovely leaves, where we May read how soon things have Their end, though ne'er so brave; And after they have shown their pride Like you awhile they glide Into the grave. THE
Page 47 - the silver; and he finished so admirably, that I emptied my pocket wholly into the* collector's dish, gold* and all.' " We suspect that, after all, this man was worth Irving and Chalmers put together in the pulpit; and certainly the dozen or two pages Southey has devoted