Macmillan's Magazine, Volum 6

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Macmillan and Company, 1862
 

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Pàgina 80 - Yet some there be that by due steps aspire To lay their just hands on that golden key That opes the palace of eternity.
Pàgina 45 - The many rend the skies with loud applause; So love was crowned, but Music won the cause. The prince, unable to conceal his pain, Gazed on the fair Who caused his care, And sighed and looked, sighed and looked, Sighed and looked, and sighed again : At length, with love and wine at once oppressed, The vanquished victor sunk upon her breast.
Pàgina 44 - See nations slowly wise, and meanly just, To buried merit raise the tardy bust. If dreams yet flatter, once again attend, Hear Lydiat's life, and Galileo's end.
Pàgina 46 - Hail wedded Love, mysterious law, true source Of human offspring, sole propriety In Paradise of all things common else. By thee adulterous lust was driven from men Among the bestial herds to range; by thee, Founded in reason, loyal, just, and pure, Relations dear, and all the charities Of father, son, and brother first were known.
Pàgina 83 - OF all the thoughts of God that are Borne inward unto souls afar, Along the Psalmist's music deep, Now tell me if that any is, For gift or grace, surpassing this — • He giveth His beloved, sleep...
Pàgina 323 - Nor times shall lack, when while the work it plies, Unsummoned powers the blinding film shall part, And scarce by happy tears made dim, the eyes In recognition start. But, as Thou wiliest, give or e'en forbear The beatific supersensual sight, So, with Thy blessing blest, that humbler prayer Approach Thee morn and night.
Pàgina 82 - And virgins, as unknown he passed, have pined And wasted for fond love of his wild eyes. The fire of those "soft orbs has ceased to burn, And Silence, too enamoured of that voice, Locks its mute music in her rugged cell.
Pàgina 86 - DEAD ! one of them shot by the sea in the east, And one of them shot in the west by the sea. Dead ! both my boys ! When you sit at the feast And are wanting a great song for Italy free, Let none look at me ! n.
Pàgina 42 - All things are hush'd, as Nature's self lay dead, The Mountains seem to Nod their drowsie head, The little Birds in dreams their Songs repeat, And sleeping flowers beneath the Night-dew sweat, Even Lust and Envy sleep.
Pàgina 195 - A Proposal for the Better Supplying of Churches in our Foreign Plantations, and for Converting the Savage Americans to Christianity by a College to be Erected in the Summer Islands, Otherwise Called the Isles of Bermuda . . . London, 1724 •'[ Fothergill, John].

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