The Lady's magazine (and museum). Improved ser., enlarged

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1834
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Page 234 - O'er its rough bridge — and there behold the bay ! — The ocean smiling to the fervid sun — The waves that faintly fall and slowly run — The ships at distance and the boats at hand; And now they walk upon the sea-side sand, Counting the number and what kind ther be, J Ships softly sinking in the sleepy sea...
Page 104 - Total eclipse ! no sun, no moon; All dark amidst the blaze of noon! O glorious light! no cheering ray To glad my eyes with welcome day! Why thus deprived Thy prime decree? Sun, moon, and stars are dark to me.
Page 234 - Where the thin harvest waves its wither'd ears; Rank weeds, that every art and care defy, Reign o'er the land and rob the blighted rye : There thistles stretch their prickly arms afar, And to the ragged infant threaten war ; There poppies nodding, mock the hope of toil...
Page 234 - The ships at distance and the boats at hand ; And now they walk upon the sea-side sand, Counting the number and what kind they be, Ships softly sinking in the sleepy sea : Now arm in arm, now parted, they behold The...
Page 234 - When low, the mud half-cover'd and half-dry ; The sun-burnt tar that blisters on the planks, And bank-side stakes in their uneven ranks; Heaps of entangled weeds that slowly float, As the tide rolls by the impeded boat.
Page 170 - Who gave himself for our sins, that he might deliver us from this present evil world, according to the will of God and our Father : 5 To whom be glory for ever and ever.
Page 96 - The School's lone porch, with reverend mosses gray, Just tells the pensive pilgrim where it lay. Mute is the bell that rung at peep of dawn, Quickening my truant-feet across the lawn : Unheard the shout that rent the noontide air, When the slow dial gave a pause to care.
Page 105 - Angels, ever bright and fair, Take, oh, take me to your care ! Speed to your own courts my flight Clad in robes of virgin white ! shrieks for music, since no sane person would dream of hearing it without.
Page 234 - The dark warm flood ran silently and slow; There anchoring, Peter chose from man to hide, There hang his head, and view the lazy tide In its hot slimy channel slowly glide; Where the small eels that left the deeper way For the warm shore, within the shallows play; Where gaping muscles, left upon the mud, Slope...
Page 235 - Rank weeds, that every art and care defy, Reign o'er the land, and rob the blighted rye : There thistles stretch their prickly arms afar, And to the ragged infant threaten war; There poppies nodding mock the hope of toil; There the blue bugloss paints the sterile soil; Hardy and high, above the slender sheaf, The slimy mallow waves her silky leaf; O'er the young shoot the charlock throws a shade, And clasping tares cling round the sickly blade; With mingled tints the rocky coasts abound, And a sad...

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