The New Monthly Magazine and Literary Journal, 第 45 巻Henry Colburn and Company, 1835 |
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... human creature be- tween her and Allah ! " The old woman hobbled on , Job pocketed his rejected paras , and Maimuna rode between us in silence . It was a gem of natural poetry that was worthy of the lips of an angel . III . We kept up ...
... human creature be- tween her and Allah ! " The old woman hobbled on , Job pocketed his rejected paras , and Maimuna rode between us in silence . It was a gem of natural poetry that was worthy of the lips of an angel . III . We kept up ...
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... human feeling is given to the ethereal and dreaming life of Werner , by the strong love felt for the wayward child by his old and devoted grandmother . There is something singularly touching in the few lines that close the poem , for ...
... human feeling is given to the ethereal and dreaming life of Werner , by the strong love felt for the wayward child by his old and devoted grandmother . There is something singularly touching in the few lines that close the poem , for ...
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... human emotion that might not find in him some most fitting expression . Scott delights in oddities , and he is more national than individual . But this is digressing . We cannot do more than allude to the notices of other writers ...
... human emotion that might not find in him some most fitting expression . Scott delights in oddities , and he is more national than individual . But this is digressing . We cannot do more than allude to the notices of other writers ...
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... human ; to get drunk , divine ; and the world , immediately discovering all his previous sobriety , attri- butes his little falling - off to a natural generosity and liveliness of dis- position , acted upon by a virtuous abhorrence of ...
... human ; to get drunk , divine ; and the world , immediately discovering all his previous sobriety , attri- butes his little falling - off to a natural generosity and liveliness of dis- position , acted upon by a virtuous abhorrence of ...
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... humanity , by intimating that " no blame is attributable to the coach- man , " and that " the conductor of the steam ... human form . " tion as The newspaper is more generous than its assailants . If we admit the bitterness of its ...
... humanity , by intimating that " no blame is attributable to the coach- man , " and that " the conductor of the steam ... human form . " tion as The newspaper is more generous than its assailants . If we admit the bitterness of its ...
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56 ページ - 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.
63 ページ - 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.
65 ページ - 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...
49 ページ - 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.
59 ページ - 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.
63 ページ - 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...
56 ページ - 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...
51 ページ - ... 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.
61 ページ - 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.
61 ページ - 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...