Magazin für die Literatur des Auslandes, Bind 43–44

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Side 138 - Europe, keep our noble England whole, And save the one true seed of freedom sown Betwixt a people and their ancient throne, That sober freedom out of which there springs Our loyal passion for our temperate kings; For, saving that, ye help to save mankind Till public wrong be crumbled into dust, And drill the raw world for the march of mind, Till crowds at length be sane and crowns be just.
Side 83 - Notes and Emendations to the Text of Shakespeare's Plays, From Early Manuscript Corrections in a Copy of the Folio, 1632, In the Possession of J.
Side 236 - Voices of warning that announce to us Only the inevitable. As the sun, Ere it is risen, sometimes paints its image In the atmosphere, so often do the spirits Of great events stride on before the events. And in today already walks tomorrow.
Side 70 - s to the girl with a voice sweet and low, The eye all of fire and the bosom of snow, Who erewhile in the days of my youth that are fled, Once slept on my bosom, and...
Side 89 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Side 138 - Tho' all men else their nobler dreams forget, Confused by brainless mobs and lawless Powers ; Thank Him who isled us here, and roughly set His Briton in blown seas and storming showers, We have a voice, with which to pay the debt Of boundless love and reverence and regret To those great men who fought, and kept it ours. And keep it ours...
Side 70 - mid the dead, You will find both their names on the stone at their head. And here's — but alas ! the good wine is no more, The bottle is emptied of all its bright store; Like those we have toasted, its spirit is fled, And nothing is left of the light that it shed. Then, a bumper of tears, boys ! the banquet here ends. With a health to our dead, since we've no living friends.
Side 70 - Once slept on my bosom, and pillowed my head! Would you know where to find such a delicate prize ? Go seek in yon church-yard, for there she lies. And here's to the friend, the one friend of my youth, With a head full of genius, a heart full of truth, Who...
Side 70 - Who watched o'er my childhood with tenderest care. God bless them, and keep them, and may they look down On the head of their son, without tear, sigh, or frown ! Would you know whom I drink to? go seek 'mid the dead, You will find both their names on the stone at their head.
Side 70 - And here's to a brace of twin cherubs of mine, With hearts like their mother's, as pure as this wine, Who came but to see the first act of the play, Grew tired of the scene, and then both went away.

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