The Court Magazine and Belle Assemblée, Volume 2Edward Bull, 1833 |
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Pagina 3
... spirit . Complaints were made to the magistrates ; by perjured witnesses he refuted them . Admonitions were offered ; they were spurned . His employers were advised by government to check his daring career ; he soothed and deceived them ...
... spirit . Complaints were made to the magistrates ; by perjured witnesses he refuted them . Admonitions were offered ; they were spurned . His employers were advised by government to check his daring career ; he soothed and deceived them ...
Pagina 14
... spirit , even these faults arose in him from conform- ing to every impulse of his own nature , not from a desire to captivate the presumptuous or the vicious ; and he may at least be acquitted of endeavouring to disseminate noxious prin ...
... spirit , even these faults arose in him from conform- ing to every impulse of his own nature , not from a desire to captivate the presumptuous or the vicious ; and he may at least be acquitted of endeavouring to disseminate noxious prin ...
Pagina 15
... spirit is merely cramped by incessant tuition . It is the rose - bush or the jessamine that needs the gar- dener's care to prevent distortion , or prostra- tion on the earth , the giant oak shoots straight up , heavenward , unfashioned ...
... spirit is merely cramped by incessant tuition . It is the rose - bush or the jessamine that needs the gar- dener's care to prevent distortion , or prostra- tion on the earth , the giant oak shoots straight up , heavenward , unfashioned ...
Pagina 18
... spirit , who busied himself only with intestinal wars , and received his com- mission not from the Horse Guards , but from Lincoln's Inn Fields . In short , Georgiana Dashwood , the maid who loved the military , condescended as a ...
... spirit , who busied himself only with intestinal wars , and received his com- mission not from the Horse Guards , but from Lincoln's Inn Fields . In short , Georgiana Dashwood , the maid who loved the military , condescended as a ...
Pagina 19
... spirit was yet unsubdued by the great conqueror Time ; and that though he had passed into the " yellow leaf , " his faculties were still green . His hair was short , thick , and grizzled ; his eyebrows exceedingly bushy and prominent ...
... spirit was yet unsubdued by the great conqueror Time ; and that though he had passed into the " yellow leaf , " his faculties were still green . His hair was short , thick , and grizzled ; his eyebrows exceedingly bushy and prominent ...
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Pagina 302 - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Pagina 304 - For in your beauty's orient deep These flowers, as in their causes, sleep. Ask me no more whither do stray The golden atoms of the day; For in pure love heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair. Ask me no more whither doth haste The nightingale when May is past; For in your sweet dividing throat She winters and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more where those stars 'light That downwards fall in dead of night; For in your eyes they sit, and there Fixed become as in their sphere. Ask me...
Pagina 304 - Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see The dew bespangling herb and tree.
Pagina 303 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Pagina 39 - Her finger was so small, the ring Would not stay on, which they did bring, It was too wide a peck : And to say truth (for out it must) It looked like the great collar (just) About our young colt's neck.
Pagina 304 - Ask me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty's orient deep These flowers, as in their causes, sleep. Ask me no more whither do stray The golden atoms of the day; For in pure love heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair. Ask me no more...
Pagina 56 - Your monument shall be my gentle verse, Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read, And tongues to be your being shall rehearse When all the breathers of this world are dead; You still shall live — such virtue hath my pen — Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.
Pagina 56 - Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall out-live this powerful rhyme ; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword, nor war's quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory. 'Gainst death and...
Pagina 303 - Growing on's cheek (but none knows how), With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin; All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me? THE SONGS OF BIRDS What bird so sings, yet so does wail? O 'tis the ravished nightingale. 'Jug, jug, jug, jug, tereu,' she cries, And still her woes at midnight rise.
Pagina 56 - Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room, Even in the eyes of all posterity That wear this world out to the ending doom. So till the judgment that yourself arise, You live in this, and dwell in lovers