The South Devon literary chronicle1847 |
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... look of fancy's dream , And claim the muse's loudest lyre . Though Britain's King and Britain's Queen , Are every year at Weymouth seen , Thy spirits let me cheer : For hark ! this instant on the breeze , In sounds of thunder from the ...
... look of fancy's dream , And claim the muse's loudest lyre . Though Britain's King and Britain's Queen , Are every year at Weymouth seen , Thy spirits let me cheer : For hark ! this instant on the breeze , In sounds of thunder from the ...
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... look , as children's faces , or dark , even in the shrouds in which death has so roughly and tyran- nically bound them , -the room itself enlarges , and the walls recede , till , like residents in a palace - hall , we are surrounded ...
... look , as children's faces , or dark , even in the shrouds in which death has so roughly and tyran- nically bound them , -the room itself enlarges , and the walls recede , till , like residents in a palace - hall , we are surrounded ...
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... look on us as they were wont to do ; ay , and as they would do too , if they were in real bodily companionship with us . In the sober light which friendship as well as memory furnishes , we can trace the features that are still so well ...
... look on us as they were wont to do ; ay , and as they would do too , if they were in real bodily companionship with us . In the sober light which friendship as well as memory furnishes , we can trace the features that are still so well ...
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... look of scorn , the seizing at the certainty of truth , a triumph ! Say , have you felt these ? Fix then the epoch . A shadowy something , like a voiceless whisper , steals into your ear or heart , and you feel the denizen has power for ...
... look of scorn , the seizing at the certainty of truth , a triumph ! Say , have you felt these ? Fix then the epoch . A shadowy something , like a voiceless whisper , steals into your ear or heart , and you feel the denizen has power for ...
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... looks is still his son , -words , while they speak of nature , which find an echo in the old man's breast , testifying that his first love is still un- dimmed by the pressure of years . Or , perchance , his daughters quietly and timidly ...
... looks is still his son , -words , while they speak of nature , which find an echo in the old man's breast , testifying that his first love is still un- dimmed by the pressure of years . Or , perchance , his daughters quietly and timidly ...
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aboard admiration appears artist ashore beautiful called Captain Cavendish Captain Evans Captain Hopson Captain Hosier Captain Morrice Captain Raymond Carrington cent character Charlotte Charlotte Corday commencement Dartmoor death Devon and Cornwall Devonport dined dinner Exeter expression fear feel friends gave give gun cotton Hamoaze hand happy head heart History of Cornwall History of Devon Holmes honour hour JOHN WOLCOT labour lady letter look Marat mind miner morning nature neighbour never night obtained once painted pass perhaps Petit Pierre Plymouth poem poet poor portrait present readers remarks Reynolds sail sent ship Sir John Leake Sir John Norris Sir Thomas Hardy smile soon speak spirit stayed Stoke Damerell Stonehouse stream Stukeley Stukeley's thee thou thought town truth whilst whole wind words worthy young
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Page 131 - Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime ? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime...
Page 177 - Before their eyes in sudden -view appear The secrets of the hoary deep, a dark Illimitable ocean without bound, Without dimension; where length, breadth, and highth, And time and place are lost...
Page 131 - Gul in her bloom ; Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit, And the voice of the nightingale never is mute ; Where the tints of the earth, and the hues of the sky, In colour though varied, in beauty may vie...
Page 136 - The golden ripple on the wall came back again, and nothing else stirred in the room. The old, old fashion! The fashion that came in with our first garments, and will last unchanged until our race has run its course, and the wide firmament is rolled up like a scroll. The old, old fashion — Death!
Page 275 - Here Reynolds is laid, and to tell you my mind, He has not left a wiser or better behind : His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand : His manners were gentle, complying, and bland ; Still born to improve us in every part, His pencil our faces, his manners our heart...
Page 177 - Unless the Almighty Maker them ordain His dark materials to create more worlds — Into this wild Abyss the wary Fiend Stood on the brink of Hell and looked a while, Pondering his voyage ; for no narrow frith He had to cross.
Page 133 - But a word from Florence, who was always at his side, restored him to himself; and leaning his poor head upon her breast, he told Floy of his dream, and smiled.
Page 229 - For lo ! the sea that fleets about the land, And like a girdle clips her solid waist, Music and measure both doth understand; For his great crystal eye is always cast Up to the moon, and on her fixed fast; And as she danceth in her pallid sphere, So danceth he about the centre here.
Page 234 - ... would assume the likeness of an animated thing, instinct with life and motion ; how soon it would ruffle, as it were, its swelling plumage ; how quickly it would put forth all its beauty and its bravery, collect its scattered elements of strength, and awaken its dormant thunder. Such as is one of these...
Page 136 - Mamma is like you, Floy. I know her by the face ! But tell them that the print upon the stairs at school is not divine enough. The light about the head is shining on me as I go !" The golden ripple on the wall came back again, and nothing else stTrred in the room.