The New Monthly Magazine and Literary Journal, Volume 45Henry Colburn and Company, 1835 |
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Pagina 4
... plains of Asia and Roumelia ; —I should feel it till my heart burst , had Î the wings of a bird ! -- The house once occupied by Lady Mary Wortley Montague stands " " on the descent of a hill in the 4 The Gipsy's Ride .
... plains of Asia and Roumelia ; —I should feel it till my heart burst , had Î the wings of a bird ! -- The house once occupied by Lady Mary Wortley Montague stands " " on the descent of a hill in the 4 The Gipsy's Ride .
Pagina 10
... ] 1st Guest . The Lady comes . 2nd Guest . We'll pay our court betimes . [ They address her . ] Juan . O scorn ! O hate ! Have ye no tongue ? no sting ? How is't I stand Dumb by these fawners ? Yet , she is most 10 The Gipsy's Ride .
... ] 1st Guest . The Lady comes . 2nd Guest . We'll pay our court betimes . [ They address her . ] Juan . O scorn ! O hate ! Have ye no tongue ? no sting ? How is't I stand Dumb by these fawners ? Yet , she is most 10 The Gipsy's Ride .
Pagina 16
... Lady of the Lake , " by exclaiming , when the hounds swim after the boat in which Ellen and the knight seek " the enchanted hall , " By God , Sir , it will kill the dogs to take the water after such a day's work ! " Who among us has not ...
... Lady of the Lake , " by exclaiming , when the hounds swim after the boat in which Ellen and the knight seek " the enchanted hall , " By God , Sir , it will kill the dogs to take the water after such a day's work ! " Who among us has not ...
Pagina 71
... lady herself ! However , last night , at five mi- nutes before twelve , the bag was clandestinely dropped down Miss Cripps's area , when it was discovered that the lip - salve , the tooth , the false front , the carmine , -in short ...
... lady herself ! However , last night , at five mi- nutes before twelve , the bag was clandestinely dropped down Miss Cripps's area , when it was discovered that the lip - salve , the tooth , the false front , the carmine , -in short ...
Pagina 72
... lady herself . Till then , as in fairness bound , we shall offer no opinion upon the subject . " The following extracts are from the miscellaneous department : - " On Thursday last this town was visited by a terrific hail - storm ...
... lady herself . Till then , as in fairness bound , we shall offer no opinion upon the subject . " The following extracts are from the miscellaneous department : - " On Thursday last this town was visited by a terrific hail - storm ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...