The New Monthly Magazine and Literary Journal, Том 45Henry Colburn and Company, 1835 |
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... hope , -beneath whose fairy feet flowers spring up , destined by their very nature soon to perish , but whose sweetness never wholly passes away . A life with- out youth would be like a year without spring ; there would be no music to ...
... hope , -beneath whose fairy feet flowers spring up , destined by their very nature soon to perish , but whose sweetness never wholly passes away . A life with- out youth would be like a year without spring ; there would be no music to ...
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... hope we have partly shown , applied it justly ; and we once more appeal , for the rest of our proofs , to the press . It is thought by some that there is a disposition in high quarters to take the duty off news- papers ; let us hope ...
... hope we have partly shown , applied it justly ; and we once more appeal , for the rest of our proofs , to the press . It is thought by some that there is a disposition in high quarters to take the duty off news- papers ; let us hope ...
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... hope and fear . The patient too dozed in a sort of doubt , whether he should wake to woo the fair spirit of existence , or sleep on till he became united with the darker angel of death . So pondered the Lord Thomas of the olden ballad ...
... hope and fear . The patient too dozed in a sort of doubt , whether he should wake to woo the fair spirit of existence , or sleep on till he became united with the darker angel of death . So pondered the Lord Thomas of the olden ballad ...
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... hope . His payments are prompt - his claims instantly attended to . He is out of the reach of the satire of Voltaire , against the poet who had addressed an Epistle to Posterity . His letters are addressed to his contemporaries , and ...
... hope . His payments are prompt - his claims instantly attended to . He is out of the reach of the satire of Voltaire , against the poet who had addressed an Epistle to Posterity . His letters are addressed to his contemporaries , and ...
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... hope of an immortal fame ? The question has been asked before , and very variously answered , and none have thought of appealing to the poet himself , except to those parts of his writings where his identity is sought in vain . It has ...
... hope of an immortal fame ? The question has been asked before , and very variously answered , and none have thought of appealing to the poet himself , except to those parts of his writings where his identity is sought in vain . It has ...
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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...