The New Monthly Magazine and Literary Journal, Volym 45Henry Colburn and Company, 1835 |
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... tell us that there was a corpse in the road . We quickened our pace , and the next moment our horses started aside from a bier , left in a bend of the highway with a single individual , the grave - digger , sitting cross - legged beside ...
... tell us that there was a corpse in the road . We quickened our pace , and the next moment our horses started aside from a bier , left in a bend of the highway with a single individual , the grave - digger , sitting cross - legged beside ...
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... tell her that he who gives it is happy , and would share his joy with her . " The gipsy spurred up the bank , dismounted at a short distance from the decrepit creature , and after a little conversation returned , leading her horse ...
... tell her that he who gives it is happy , and would share his joy with her . " The gipsy spurred up the bank , dismounted at a short distance from the decrepit creature , and after a little conversation returned , leading her horse ...
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... tell him briefly how I had obtained possession of her , while the troop gradually closed around , attracted by his excessive look of interest in the tale , though they probably did not understand the language in which I spoke , and all ...
... tell him briefly how I had obtained possession of her , while the troop gradually closed around , attracted by his excessive look of interest in the tale , though they probably did not understand the language in which I spoke , and all ...
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... Tell me the chief will make you his wife ; will you rejoin your people ? " وو She flung herself upon the ground , and wept as if her heart would break . I thought it best to let her feelings have way , and walking apart with the young ...
... Tell me the chief will make you his wife ; will you rejoin your people ? " وو She flung herself upon the ground , and wept as if her heart would break . I thought it best to let her feelings have way , and walking apart with the young ...
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... ( Tell us , Angels ! ) on this earth Now to soothe us through our pains ? To make us prouder of our birth ? What to imparadise our lot , On this bleak and sullen spot , Where Power is crown'd , and Love - forgot ? Why , Peace , who e'er ...
... ( Tell us , Angels ! ) on this earth Now to soothe us through our pains ? To make us prouder of our birth ? What to imparadise our lot , On this bleak and sullen spot , Where Power is crown'd , and Love - forgot ? Why , Peace , who e'er ...
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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...