Knight's Quarterly Magazine, Volume 1Charles Knight Knight., 1823 |
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... thee ! " But I forget myself . Before the end of the service , succes- sive bands of soldiers , with drums playing , marched into the nave , and after lining all the side aisles , formed a broad avenue from the barrier of the choir down to ...
... thee ! " But I forget myself . Before the end of the service , succes- sive bands of soldiers , with drums playing , marched into the nave , and after lining all the side aisles , formed a broad avenue from the barrier of the choir down to ...
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... thee , So winning , light , are all thy ways , I cannot choose but love thee : Thy balmy breath upon my brow Is like the summer air , As o'er my cheek thou leanest now To plant a soft kiss there . SOPH . Thy steps are dancing toward the ...
... thee , So winning , light , are all thy ways , I cannot choose but love thee : Thy balmy breath upon my brow Is like the summer air , As o'er my cheek thou leanest now To plant a soft kiss there . SOPH . Thy steps are dancing toward the ...
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... thee ; and God comfort both him and thee . Thy loving sister , " WINIFREDA LANGLAND . ” The thoughts of Rose Aleyn were now strangely bewildered . At once not only her morning cheerfulness , but all the calmness of her mind , was gone ...
... thee ; and God comfort both him and thee . Thy loving sister , " WINIFREDA LANGLAND . ” The thoughts of Rose Aleyn were now strangely bewildered . At once not only her morning cheerfulness , but all the calmness of her mind , was gone ...
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... the pallid features ; gradually its lustre died away ; -for the spirit of life was gone . C. B. T. BEAUTY ; A LYRICAL POEM . Since yesternight I've dreamt a dream , Delicate maid , of love and thee ; I know that it can only seem But let ...
... the pallid features ; gradually its lustre died away ; -for the spirit of life was gone . C. B. T. BEAUTY ; A LYRICAL POEM . Since yesternight I've dreamt a dream , Delicate maid , of love and thee ; I know that it can only seem But let ...
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... The unseen wound which makes us poets when we feel . Then let me dream ! —of love ? —oh , yes ! Of love and thee ! what can I less- What less than fondly brood On such a radiant form as thine , That surely hath subdued Full many a ...
... The unseen wound which makes us poets when we feel . Then let me dream ! —of love ? —oh , yes ! Of love and thee ! what can I less- What less than fondly brood On such a radiant form as thine , That surely hath subdued Full many a ...
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Page 111 - ALMIGHTY God, with whom do live the spirits of them that depart hence in the Lord, and with whom the souls of the faithful, after they are delivered from the burden of the flesh, are in joy and felicity...
Page 6 - Is lightened ; that serene and blessed mood In which the affections gently lead us on, Until the breath of this corporeal frame, And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Page 293 - This should have been a noble creature : he Hath all the energy which would have made A goodly frame of glorious elements, Had they been wisely mingled ; as it is, It is an awful chaos — light and darkness — And mind and dust — and passions and pure thoughts, Mix'd, and contending without end or order, All dormant or destructive...
Page 293 - My haunt, and the main region of my song. —Beauty— a living Presence of the earth, Surpassing the most fair ideal Forms Which craft of delicate Spirits hath composed From earth's materials— waits upon my steps; Pitches her tents before me as I move, An hourly neighbour.
Page 293 - But thou, of temples old, or altars new, Standest alone — with nothing like to thee — Worthiest of God, the holy and the true. Since Zion's desolation, when that He Forsook his former city, what could be, Of earthly structures, in his honour piled, Of a sublimer aspect ? Majesty, Power, Glory, Strength, and Beauty, all are aisled In this eternal ark of worship undefiled.
Page 293 - Oh, that I were The viewless spirit of a lovely sound, A living voice, a breathing harmony, A bodiless enjoyment— born and dying With the blest tone which made me ! Enter from below a CHAMOIS HUNTER CHAMOIS HUNTER.
Page 305 - And ever against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed, and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running; Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony: That Orpheus...
Page 7 - There came up a short manly figure, marvellously upright, with a bad neckcloth, and one hand in his waistcoat pocket. Of regular beauty he had little to boast ; but in faces where there is an expression of great power, or of great good humor, or both, you do not regret its absence.
Page 65 - Let me not have this gloomy view, About my room, around my bed ; But morning roses, wet with dew, To cool my burning brows instead. As flowers that once in Eden grew, Let them their fragrant spirits shed, And every day the sweets renew, Till I, a fading flower, am dead.
Page 293 - Could he have kept his spirit to that flight He had been happy; but this clay will sink Its spark immortal, envying it the light To which it mounts, as if to break the link That keeps us from yon heaven which woos us to its brink.