The Court Magazine and Belle Assemblée, 第 2 巻Edward Bull, 1833 |
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... nature made one des- parate struggle to free itself , she gasped forth in a loud convulsive sob , " yen tammeyah ! ” ( my brother ) and sank upon the ground . She was immediately borne out of the court , ap- parently lifeless . The poor ...
... nature made one des- parate struggle to free itself , she gasped forth in a loud convulsive sob , " yen tammeyah ! ” ( my brother ) and sank upon the ground . She was immediately borne out of the court , ap- parently lifeless . The poor ...
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... nature or idiosyncrasy , and that idio- syncrasy , although peculiar , was intensely German . He was profound in knowledge , in feeling ; profound even in his imagination and wit ; and if his writings unhappily too often breathe an ...
... nature or idiosyncrasy , and that idio- syncrasy , although peculiar , was intensely German . He was profound in knowledge , in feeling ; profound even in his imagination and wit ; and if his writings unhappily too often breathe an ...
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... nature , that charmed the fancy in the Lehrjahre , despite its faults ; and of the wild mysticism in question we see much in the few German novels that have lately fallen in our way . Here let us close this little sketch , for of Faust ...
... nature , that charmed the fancy in the Lehrjahre , despite its faults ; and of the wild mysticism in question we see much in the few German novels that have lately fallen in our way . Here let us close this little sketch , for of Faust ...
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... nature of her property . Georgiana's delicacy was offended , ( a fact which excited considerable surprise in the mind of the major , ) and ac- cordingly she reversed the order in which the word of command is generally given , and before ...
... nature of her property . Georgiana's delicacy was offended , ( a fact which excited considerable surprise in the mind of the major , ) and ac- cordingly she reversed the order in which the word of command is generally given , and before ...
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... nature . And Watson , many of whose works are hardly less exquisite than those of his master . Verrio , besides many other efforts of his pencil , painted the great chamber , the staircase , and altar piece ; which last is perhaps the ...
... nature . And Watson , many of whose works are hardly less exquisite than those of his master . Verrio , besides many other efforts of his pencil , painted the great chamber , the staircase , and altar piece ; which last is perhaps the ...
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302 ページ - 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.
304 ページ - 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...
304 ページ - Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see The dew bespangling herb and tree.
303 ページ - 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.
39 ページ - 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.
304 ページ - 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...
56 ページ - 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.
56 ページ - 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...
303 ページ - 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.
56 ページ - 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