The New Monthly Magazine and Literary Journal, 45. ciltHenry Colburn and Company, 1835 |
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Sayfa 7
... half - Arabic , half - Grecian architecture of the aqueducts , and the cold and frowning tints of the abyss and the forest around , would have left him nothing to add to it as a compo- sition . I was crossing the giddy edge of the ...
... half - Arabic , half - Grecian architecture of the aqueducts , and the cold and frowning tints of the abyss and the forest around , would have left him nothing to add to it as a compo- sition . I was crossing the giddy edge of the ...
Sayfa 8
... half trot , and , in the next minute , bounded up the opposite bank , and disappeared with a snort of fear and delight amid the branches of the forest . What with horror and wonder , and the shock of the blow which had nearly broken my ...
... half trot , and , in the next minute , bounded up the opposite bank , and disappeared with a snort of fear and delight amid the branches of the forest . What with horror and wonder , and the shock of the blow which had nearly broken my ...
Sayfa 9
... half a glance to see . With the suddenness of Oriental passion , the young chief had become already enamoured of her , and , with a feeling of jealousy which , even though I wished him success , I could not control , I saw him kneel at ...
... half a glance to see . With the suddenness of Oriental passion , the young chief had become already enamoured of her , and , with a feeling of jealousy which , even though I wished him success , I could not control , I saw him kneel at ...
Sayfa 15
... Half the exer- tion , and half the energy as a tradesman , would have realised immense fortunes . The Rothschilds of the mind rarely secure even independence ; still we deny not that " verily they have their reward . " The triumphs of ...
... Half the exer- tion , and half the energy as a tradesman , would have realised immense fortunes . The Rothschilds of the mind rarely secure even independence ; still we deny not that " verily they have their reward . " The triumphs of ...
Sayfa 17
... half - way towards truth . Its accomplished author , whose lively fancy is still exercising itself in new songs , ought to bestow upon this favourite among his old ones another catastrophe , which should do justice to Common Sense as ...
... half - way towards truth . Its accomplished author , whose lively fancy is still exercising itself in new songs , ought to bestow upon this favourite among his old ones another catastrophe , which should do justice to Common Sense as ...
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Sayfa 56 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell: Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so, That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Sayfa 63 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights, Then in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
Sayfa 65 - To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers' pride, Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd In process of the seasons have I seen, Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd, Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. Ah ! yet...
Sayfa 49 - And summer's lease hath all too short a date ; Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd ; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd. But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest ; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growest.
Sayfa 59 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
Sayfa 63 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Sayfa 56 - Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe. O, if...
Sayfa 51 - ... an inward prompting which now grew daily upon me, that by labour and intense study (which I take to be my portion in this life), joined with the strong propensity of nature, I might perhaps leave something so written to after times as they should not willingly let it die.
Sayfa 61 - Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, Although she knows my days are past the best, Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue: On both sides thus is simple truth suppress'd.
Sayfa 61 - from hate away she threw, And saved my life, saying—" not you." Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, Fool'd by these rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within, and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay ? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge ? Is this thy body's end ? Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store...