The New Monthly Magazine and Literary Journal, 45. ciltHenry Colburn and Company, 1835 |
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Sayfa 1
... round her throat , and the silken and gold fringe of the shawl flowing coquettishly over her left cheek and ear , she was certainly an odd figure on horseback , and , but for her ad- mirable riding and excessive grace of attitude , she ...
... round her throat , and the silken and gold fringe of the shawl flowing coquettishly over her left cheek and ear , she was certainly an odd figure on horseback , and , but for her ad- mirable riding and excessive grace of attitude , she ...
Sayfa 6
... round his beast , and started off in a sober canter to return . I stood a moment , gazing on the placid sheet of water above , and the abyss of rock and darkness below , and then calling to Maimuna , who had ridden farther down the bank ...
... round his beast , and started off in a sober canter to return . I stood a moment , gazing on the placid sheet of water above , and the abyss of rock and darkness below , and then calling to Maimuna , who had ridden farther down the bank ...
Sayfa 17
... round , with shocking accidents and calamitous occurrences , that would seem to have no origin on earth but the uncommon caution and peculiar ability of the parties who suffer by them . If we hear of a disaster above the average scale ...
... round , with shocking accidents and calamitous occurrences , that would seem to have no origin on earth but the uncommon caution and peculiar ability of the parties who suffer by them . If we hear of a disaster above the average scale ...
Sayfa 25
... round with paper , and stuck in a bottle - there was no candlestick - threw a faint sad flicker over the chamber , like a meteor through mist , shedding min- gled light and gloom . The bed on which the patient lay was of French make ...
... round with paper , and stuck in a bottle - there was no candlestick - threw a faint sad flicker over the chamber , like a meteor through mist , shedding min- gled light and gloom . The bed on which the patient lay was of French make ...
Sayfa 27
... round the walls with the strange strong echoes which they re- turn to all loud sounds . A shriek followed , and we both ran back into the room . Wild fulfilment of a fearful destiny ! Strange closing of a sad career ! The prisoner was ...
... round the walls with the strange strong echoes which they re- turn to all loud sounds . A shriek followed , and we both ran back into the room . Wild fulfilment of a fearful destiny ! Strange closing of a sad career ! The prisoner was ...
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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...