The New Monthly Magazine and Literary Journal, Volym 45Henry Colburn and Company, 1835 |
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... Beauty , if not the beautiful , - And love , if not the loving . Such visionings have paled in sight The Saviour she descrieth , And little recks who wreath'd the brow That on His bosom ... LINE OF BEAUTY ; OR , LES NOCES DE ( 82 )
... Beauty , if not the beautiful , - And love , if not the loving . Such visionings have paled in sight The Saviour she descrieth , And little recks who wreath'd the brow That on His bosom ... LINE OF BEAUTY ; OR , LES NOCES DE ( 82 )
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THE LINE OF BEAUTY ; OR , LES NOCES DE NOSE . AN ENTIRELY ORIGINAL TALE . DEDICATED TO R. LISTON , ESQ . , SURGEON , & c . THE presumption of calling a tale " entirely original , " and the folly ... LINE OF BEAUTY; OR, LES NOCES DE ...
THE LINE OF BEAUTY ; OR , LES NOCES DE NOSE . AN ENTIRELY ORIGINAL TALE . DEDICATED TO R. LISTON , ESQ . , SURGEON , & c . THE presumption of calling a tale " entirely original , " and the folly ... LINE OF BEAUTY; OR, LES NOCES DE ...
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... beauty to a modification of this principle : Beauty was his antago- nist force ; and though continually repelled by it , he was also continu- ally attracted . A In everything connected with the arts , Ned insisted on his Line as a sine ...
... beauty to a modification of this principle : Beauty was his antago- nist force ; and though continually repelled by it , he was also continu- ally attracted . A In everything connected with the arts , Ned insisted on his Line as a sine ...
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... Line of Beauty , how perfect ! The well - poised head , the fine fall of the shoulders , the swell tapering to a waist of elegant proportions and not the slimness of a wasp , the renewal of the swell below with a roundness that might ...
... Line of Beauty , how perfect ! The well - poised head , the fine fall of the shoulders , the swell tapering to a waist of elegant proportions and not the slimness of a wasp , the renewal of the swell below with a roundness that might ...
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... , exclaimed Tom , as advised by a brass plate he hastened to " knock and ring . ” Why should I dilate upon the further incidental particulars in the progress of this affair ? Suffice it , that Ned 86 The Line of Beauty ; or ,
... , exclaimed Tom , as advised by a brass plate he hastened to " knock and ring . ” Why should I dilate upon the further incidental particulars in the progress of this affair ? Suffice it , that Ned 86 The Line of Beauty ; or ,
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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...