New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register, Том 45Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Ainsworth, William Harrison Ainsworth Henry Colburn, 1835 |
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... Look at this scene ! Here are whole families seated upon graves over which the grass grows long and old , the children playing at their feet , and their own faces the pictures of calm cheerfulness and enjoyment . They are the by - word ...
... Look at this scene ! Here are whole families seated upon graves over which the grass grows long and old , the children playing at their feet , and their own faces the pictures of calm cheerfulness and enjoyment . They are the by - word ...
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... look - out for the fourth bearer . The corpse was that of a poor old man . The coffin was without a cover , and he lay in it , in his turban and slippers , his hands crossed over his breast , and the folds of his girdle stuck full of ...
... look - out for the fourth bearer . The corpse was that of a poor old man . The coffin was without a cover , and he lay in it , in his turban and slippers , his hands crossed over his breast , and the folds of his girdle stuck full of ...
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... look of dislike , and speaking for the first time , addressed Maimuna in his own language with a remark which sent the blood to her temples with a suddenness I had never before seen . " What does he say ? " I asked . " It is no matter ...
... look of dislike , and speaking for the first time , addressed Maimuna in his own language with a remark which sent the blood to her temples with a suddenness I had never before seen . " What does he say ? " I asked . " It is no matter ...
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... look from his fine eyes , interrupted me for an instant . I proceeded to 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 ...
... look from his fine eyes , interrupted me for an instant . I proceeded to 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 ...
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... Look , how sin survives Pale Chastity , whilst Innocence - look , oh , look ! Though Virtue hath scarce a rose leaf on her cheek , The devil goes mask'd in brass . [ The Countess enters . ] 1st Guest . The Lady comes . 2nd Guest . We'll ...
... Look , how sin survives Pale Chastity , whilst Innocence - look , oh , look ! Though Virtue hath scarce a rose leaf on her cheek , The devil goes mask'd in brass . [ The Countess enters . ] 1st Guest . The Lady comes . 2nd Guest . We'll ...
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Стр. 47 - Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor in broad rumour lies, But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes And perfect witness of all-judging Jove; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.
Стр. 58 - 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. 69 - Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
Стр. 67 - 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. 51 - 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. 67 - A WOMAN'S face with Nature's own hand painted Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion; A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted With shifting change, as is false women's fashion; An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling, Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth; A man in hue all hues in his controlling, Which steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth.
Стр. 65 - 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. 55 - Tired with all these, for restful death I cry — As, to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn, And gilded honour shamefully misplaced, And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgraced, And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority...
Стр. 60 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising. Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember' d such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Стр. 53 - ... 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.