The New Monthly Magazine and Literary Journal, Volym 45Henry Colburn and Company, 1835 |
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... head - dress , * Concluded from page 467 , vol . xliv . , No. clxxvi . The Armenians at Constantinople are despised by the Turks , and tacitly sub- mit , like the Jews , to occupy a degraded position as a people . A few , however , are ...
... head - dress , * Concluded from page 467 , vol . xliv . , No. clxxvi . The Armenians at Constantinople are despised by the Turks , and tacitly sub- mit , like the Jews , to occupy a degraded position as a people . A few , however , are ...
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... head after him . " Signore ! " cried the gipsy from below . " What is it , Carissima ? " " Maimuna never goes back ! " t Silly child ! " I answered , " you are not going to cross the ravine ? " " Yes ! " was the reply , and the voice ...
... head after him . " Signore ! " cried the gipsy from below . " What is it , Carissima ? " " Maimuna never goes back ! " t Silly child ! " I answered , " you are not going to cross the ravine ? " " Yes ! " was the reply , and the voice ...
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... head erect , and panting nostrils , glancing down with his wild eyes upon the abyss into which he had been urged , —the whole group , horse and rider , completely relieved against the sky from the isolated mound they occupied , and , at ...
... head erect , and panting nostrils , glancing down with his wild eyes upon the abyss into which he had been urged , —the whole group , horse and rider , completely relieved against the sky from the isolated mound they occupied , and , at ...
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... head again , and her tears flowed on . I was silent at last , and she looked up into my face . “ I am a burthen to you , " she said . 66 No , dearest Maimuna ! no ! but if I were to see you wretched here- after , you would become so ...
... head again , and her tears flowed on . I was silent at last , and she looked up into my face . “ I am a burthen to you , " she said . 66 No , dearest Maimuna ! no ! but if I were to see you wretched here- after , you would become so ...
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... head - the tears rolled rapidly over her cheeks and she for a moment hid her face in her handkerchief . Then she bent over the mattress on which her children lay , and the little boy smiled , and asked " What is it mother ? " The poor ...
... head - the tears rolled rapidly over her cheeks and she for a moment hid her face in her handkerchief . Then she bent over the mattress on which her children lay , and the little boy smiled , and asked " What is it mother ? " The poor ...
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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...