The London Magazine, Volume 4Baldwin, Cradock, and Joy, 1821 |
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... Daughters of England , 484 . The Departure of Summer , 493 . Verses written in an Album , 507 . Sonnet ; a Dream , by Keats , 526 . The Last of March , by John Clare , 541 . Childish Recollections , ( do . ) , 542 . Ballad ; Winter's ...
... Daughters of England , 484 . The Departure of Summer , 493 . Verses written in an Album , 507 . Sonnet ; a Dream , by Keats , 526 . The Last of March , by John Clare , 541 . Childish Recollections , ( do . ) , 542 . Ballad ; Winter's ...
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... daughter , Maudeline , busied her- self among the maidens with a meek- ness and a diligence which had more of the matron than is commonly found in so young a dame . All this escaped not the notice of her old and capricious kinswoman ...
... daughter , Maudeline , busied her- self among the maidens with a meek- ness and a diligence which had more of the matron than is commonly found in so young a dame . All this escaped not the notice of her old and capricious kinswoman ...
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... daughters are fair. he , if Walter Selby be thy pro- tector , my labour will be the less . ' My cousin , who during this conver- sation had rode silent at my side , seemed to awaken from a reverie , and glancing his eye on the cavalier ...
... daughters are fair. he , if Walter Selby be thy pro- tector , my labour will be the less . ' My cousin , who during this conver- sation had rode silent at my side , seemed to awaken from a reverie , and glancing his eye on the cavalier ...
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My matrons are chaste , and my daughters are fair ; Where the battle is hottest my sword's shining there ; And my sons bow their heads , and are on their knees kneeling , When the prayer is pour'd forth and the organ is pealing : What ...
My matrons are chaste , and my daughters are fair ; Where the battle is hottest my sword's shining there ; And my sons bow their heads , and are on their knees kneeling , When the prayer is pour'd forth and the organ is pealing : What ...
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... daughter of the mead , Woo'd by the sun , the wind , the shower ; In loveliness beyond compare , It toils not , spins not , knows no care ; Train'd by the secret hand that brings All beauty out of waste and rude , It blooms a season ...
... daughter of the mead , Woo'd by the sun , the wind , the shower ; In loveliness beyond compare , It toils not , spins not , knows no care ; Train'd by the secret hand that brings All beauty out of waste and rude , It blooms a season ...
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Page 76 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth ; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Page 280 - Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade.
Page 192 - ... of this realm, and to the churches committed to their charge, all such rights and privileges as by law do or shall appertain unto them, or any of them?" — King or queen,
Page 280 - twas beyond a mortal's share To wander solitary there : Two paradises 'twere in one, To live in paradise alone. How well the skilful gardener drew Of flowers and herbs this dial new; Where, from above, the milder sun Does through a fragrant zodiac run, And, as it works, the industrious bee Computes its time as well as we ! How could such sweet and wholesome hours Be reckoned but with herbs and flowers...
Page 279 - Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. Ah, yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand, Steal from his figure and no pace perceived...
Page 377 - The dream commenced with a music which now I often heard in dreams — a music of preparation and of awakening suspense, a music like the opening of the Coronation Anthem, and which, like that, gave the feeling of a vast march, of infinite cavalcades filing off, and the tread of innumerable armies.
Page 288 - Sank in her pillow. Shaded was her dream By the dusk curtains: — 'twas a midnight charm Impossible to melt as iced stream: The lustrous salvers in the moonlight gleam; Broad golden fringe upon the carpet lies: It...
Page 288 - Those looks immortal, those complainings dear ! Oh leave me not in this eternal woe, For if thou diest, my Love, I know not where to go.
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Page 374 - Far sinking into splendour — without end! Fabric it seemed of diamond and of gold, With alabaster domes, and silver spires, And blazing terrace upon terrace, high Uplifted ; here, serene pavilions bright In avenues disposed : there towers begirt With battlements that on their restless fronts Bore stars...