The New Monthly Magazine and Literary Journal, Volym 45Henry Colburn and Company, 1835 |
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... France - the bright radiance of the sparkling sands in the Arabian desert - the brighter pomp of the Indian city - the faded glories of the Alhambra — and the embrowned richness of the Spanish grove - on all these have I feasted my ...
... France - the bright radiance of the sparkling sands in the Arabian desert - the brighter pomp of the Indian city - the faded glories of the Alhambra — and the embrowned richness of the Spanish grove - on all these have I feasted my ...
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... France , through his grated bars . Ay , and now , reflected I , in the words of the French lyrist , " And now , what other star is that , That shoots , and shoots , and disappears ? " Perhaps it is emblematic of some poor fellow who ...
... France , through his grated bars . Ay , and now , reflected I , in the words of the French lyrist , " And now , what other star is that , That shoots , and shoots , and disappears ? " Perhaps it is emblematic of some poor fellow who ...
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... France to add to her long catalogue of offences against humanity , one that is almost without parallel even in the darkest ages . The event to which we refer is described elsewhere ; we allude to it here chiefly because it affords a ...
... France to add to her long catalogue of offences against humanity , one that is almost without parallel even in the darkest ages . The event to which we refer is described elsewhere ; we allude to it here chiefly because it affords a ...
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... France , proceeded through Venice , embarked for the Morea by the Adriatic , landed at Modon , and thence visited Sparta , Argos , Mycenæ , Corinth , and Athens ; embarked again at Cape Sunium , passed the Cyclades to Smyrna ; thence ...
... France , proceeded through Venice , embarked for the Morea by the Adriatic , landed at Modon , and thence visited Sparta , Argos , Mycenæ , Corinth , and Athens ; embarked again at Cape Sunium , passed the Cyclades to Smyrna ; thence ...
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... France , and he has given some lively sketches of them all . He was , moreover , at Constantinople while the Russian army were encamped there , and he hates them , in the true spirit of John Bull , for daring to interfere with his views ...
... France , and he has given some lively sketches of them all . He was , moreover , at Constantinople while the Russian army were encamped there , and he hates them , in the true spirit of John Bull , for daring to interfere with his views ...
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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...