The New Monthly Magazine and Literary Journal, Volym 45Henry Colburn and Company, 1835 |
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... bill which I had signed for a friend ; the amount was considerable - he had not paid it - I could not - he gained time - I a prison ! Upon me imprisonment would have pressed sadly and severely , but for my occupation ; in the field ...
... bill which I had signed for a friend ; the amount was considerable - he had not paid it - I could not - he gained time - I a prison ! Upon me imprisonment would have pressed sadly and severely , but for my occupation ; in the field ...
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... bills stuck all over the town . " D - n this im- postor , " said Charles ; " I'll kick him , sure as he's born I will - I'll kick him out of the place . " The more Mathews thought of it , the more re- solved he became to perform the ...
... bills stuck all over the town . " D - n this im- postor , " said Charles ; " I'll kick him , sure as he's born I will - I'll kick him out of the place . " The more Mathews thought of it , the more re- solved he became to perform the ...
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... bills in large letters but himself ; and that he shall not at any time be expected to do anything to serve anybody - but himself . With such spirited exertions on the part of the management , and such liberality and zealous co ...
... bills in large letters but himself ; and that he shall not at any time be expected to do anything to serve anybody - but himself . With such spirited exertions on the part of the management , and such liberality and zealous co ...
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... bills , " again flows in . " We believe this to be the truth , although the bills say it . Great exertions have been made , and the result is greater success . It rarely fails to follow . The Covenanters is a pleasant little piece , in ...
... bills , " again flows in . " We believe this to be the truth , although the bills say it . Great exertions have been made , and the result is greater success . It rarely fails to follow . The Covenanters is a pleasant little piece , in ...
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... Bill works during the winter - during the slack time of em- ployment in rural labour ; let us know the relative proportions of crime now and before the Bill came into operation ; let us hear how many com- plaints there are of petty ...
... Bill works during the winter - during the slack time of em- ployment in rural labour ; let us know the relative proportions of crime now and before the Bill came into operation ; let us hear how many com- plaints there are of petty ...
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Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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...
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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...
Sida 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...
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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...