The New Mirror, Bind 3George Pope Morris, Nathaniel Parker Willis Morris, Willis & Company, 1844 |
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Side 3
... lives in a whisper . First Violin . - If I were not to lead you , you would all be valueless . Double - bass , ( jumping up . ) — Stuff and nonsense ! I keep the whole together . Without me you would be of no account . All the ...
... lives in a whisper . First Violin . - If I were not to lead you , you would all be valueless . Double - bass , ( jumping up . ) — Stuff and nonsense ! I keep the whole together . Without me you would be of no account . All the ...
Side 6
... lives looking for . The idol we fall down and worship agitation of men's wit , " comes to doubt certain points in the ... live constantly massy for us to lift it or put it into the most approved ethical together , and always have done so ...
... lives looking for . The idol we fall down and worship agitation of men's wit , " comes to doubt certain points in the ... live constantly massy for us to lift it or put it into the most approved ethical together , and always have done so ...
Side 15
... live secure From the rude blasts of wanton breath , Each houre more innocent and pure , Till you shall wither into death . Then that which living gave you roome , Your glorious sepulcher shall be ; There wants no marble for a tomb ...
... live secure From the rude blasts of wanton breath , Each houre more innocent and pure , Till you shall wither into death . Then that which living gave you roome , Your glorious sepulcher shall be ; There wants no marble for a tomb ...
Side 19
... live with him . Fifty years had taken away none of the agility of this active servant . She ran here and there , washing , rubbing , and waxing from morn till night . Repose made her sick . || When the cares of the house or the ...
... live with him . Fifty years had taken away none of the agility of this active servant . She ran here and there , washing , rubbing , and waxing from morn till night . Repose made her sick . || When the cares of the house or the ...
Side 20
... live upon a year . As soon as I am dead , in a few days you must set out with her for Dresden . Here is a letter I have written to one who was formerly a friend of our family . He lives in Dresden ; his name is Ernest Theodore Hoffman ...
... live upon a year . As soon as I am dead , in a few days you must set out with her for Dresden . Here is a letter I have written to one who was formerly a friend of our family . He lives in Dresden ; his name is Ernest Theodore Hoffman ...
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Side 15 - Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired ; Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die, that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee ; How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair.
Side 153 - Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams; or from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
Side 15 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Side 63 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony.
Side 94 - Many were the wit-combats betwixt him and Ben Jonson, which two I behold like a Spanish great galleon, and an English man-of-war ; Master Jonson (like the former) was built far higher in learning ; solid, but slow in his performances. Shakespeare...
Side 58 - t depends Not on the number, but the choice of friends. Books should, not business, entertain the light, And sleep, as undisturbed as death, the night. My house a cottage, more Than palace, and should fitting be For all my use, no luxury. My garden painted o'er With Nature's hand, not Art's ; and pleasures yield, Horace might envy in his Sabine field.
Side 94 - Soul of the age! The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare, rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room: Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read and praise to give.
Side 60 - So serious should my youth appear among The thoughtless throng, So would I seem among the young and gay More grave than they, That in my age as cheerful I might be As the green winter of the Holly Tree, III LORD WILLIAM.
Side 66 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth and youth and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Side 272 - Oh ! it is great to shake off the trammels of the world and of public opinion — to lose our importunate, tormenting, everlasting personal identity in the elements of nature, and become the creature of the moment, clear of all ties — to hold to the universe only by a dish of sweetbreads, and to owe nothing but the score of the evening — and no longer seeking for applause and meeting with contempt, to be known by no other title than the Gentleman in the parlour!