The New Monthly Magazine and Literary Journal, Volym 45Henry Colburn and Company, 1835 |
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... scarcely passed his lips , when a clap of thunder , the loudest I ever heard in this country , burst over the prison , —and went roaring round the walls with the strange strong echoes which they re- turn to all loud sounds . A shriek ...
... scarcely passed his lips , when a clap of thunder , the loudest I ever heard in this country , burst over the prison , —and went roaring round the walls with the strange strong echoes which they re- turn to all loud sounds . A shriek ...
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... scarcely any of his emotions that were not poured forth to this youth ; emotions the intensest and most profound - acute some- times even to selfishness , but expressed at all times with unequalled tenderness , modesty , purity , and ...
... scarcely any of his emotions that were not poured forth to this youth ; emotions the intensest and most profound - acute some- times even to selfishness , but expressed at all times with unequalled tenderness , modesty , purity , and ...
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... scarcely re- quisite , that it should BOAST OF THREE DOUBLE COACH - HOUSES AND ACCOMMODATION FOR TWENTY HORSES ; nor indeed should it be expected , when the town can boast of two confectioners , that it should possess a WELL ...
... scarcely re- quisite , that it should BOAST OF THREE DOUBLE COACH - HOUSES AND ACCOMMODATION FOR TWENTY HORSES ; nor indeed should it be expected , when the town can boast of two confectioners , that it should possess a WELL ...
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... Cosway , and Straehling , scarcely ever seen by the public eye , were here religiously or irreligiously preserved ; and Ned , in his night- The cap , surrounded by all these emanations of pearly tints 84 The Line of Beauty ; or ,
... Cosway , and Straehling , scarcely ever seen by the public eye , were here religiously or irreligiously preserved ; and Ned , in his night- The cap , surrounded by all these emanations of pearly tints 84 The Line of Beauty ; or ,
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... scarcely deserve the name . The effect on the turnips is little short of total ruin . after acre is to be seen without a plant , except where the Northumbrian ridge system is adopted , and even there the injury is enormous . The stock ...
... scarcely deserve the name . The effect on the turnips is little short of total ruin . after acre is to be seen without a plant , except where the Northumbrian ridge system is adopted , and even there the injury is enormous . The stock ...
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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...