The King's College Magazine, 2. kötetHoulston and Hughes, 1842 |
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17. oldal
... round its head . Desolate is the dwelling of Moina ; silence is in the house of her fathers . " OSSIAN'S Carthon . THERE is a feeling of no common interest excited by the contem- plation of the crumbling walls of a ruined edifice ...
... round its head . Desolate is the dwelling of Moina ; silence is in the house of her fathers . " OSSIAN'S Carthon . THERE is a feeling of no common interest excited by the contem- plation of the crumbling walls of a ruined edifice ...
18. oldal
... round thee , soft and bright ? Sorrow not yet hath cast her shadows there . Do dreams of sadness cloud that brow so fair , Or doth some vision woo thee thus to stay C. H. H. Far from the greenwood bower , and childhood's play ? Wake ...
... round thee , soft and bright ? Sorrow not yet hath cast her shadows there . Do dreams of sadness cloud that brow so fair , Or doth some vision woo thee thus to stay C. H. H. Far from the greenwood bower , and childhood's play ? Wake ...
35. oldal
... round their path ; —and now they sit beneath the acacia boughs which cluster round that spot : it is the hour of mirth and relaxation , —the only hour the maiden has to pour into ear of friendship those hopes and fears that ever flutter ...
... round their path ; —and now they sit beneath the acacia boughs which cluster round that spot : it is the hour of mirth and relaxation , —the only hour the maiden has to pour into ear of friendship those hopes and fears that ever flutter ...
47. oldal
... round the beams of day Her silver mantle , till the rising sun Scatter the morning frost ; thy pining form , Grief ever present , ever felt shall waste ; — For hope is none , where none can bring relief . The cause of all these woes ...
... round the beams of day Her silver mantle , till the rising sun Scatter the morning frost ; thy pining form , Grief ever present , ever felt shall waste ; — For hope is none , where none can bring relief . The cause of all these woes ...
48. oldal
... VULC . Slight is the task , nor lengthened labour asks . KRAT . Now round his ancles fix the hollow rings ; Securely fix - you have a strict taskmaster . VULC . Well suit thy rugged form and words severe 48 PROMETHEUS BOUND .
... VULC . Slight is the task , nor lengthened labour asks . KRAT . Now round his ancles fix the hollow rings ; Securely fix - you have a strict taskmaster . VULC . Well suit thy rugged form and words severe 48 PROMETHEUS BOUND .
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194. oldal - I loved Ophelia: forty thousand brothers Could not with all their quantity of love, Make up my sum.
481. oldal - Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha! here's three on's are sophisticated! Thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.
255. oldal - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields or waves or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain?
303. oldal - Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! let the earth hide thee ! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with.
305. oldal - If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended: That you have but slumbered here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: If you pardon, we will mend.
193. oldal - Remember thee! Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there...
232. oldal - tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all.
302. oldal - And thou opposed, being of no woman born, Yet I will try the last. Before my body I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff, And damn'd be him that first cries 'Hold, enough!
429. oldal - Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
301. oldal - The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast ; — Lady M. What do you mean ? Macb. Still it cried, Sleep no more ! to all the house : Glamis hath murdered sleep; and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more ; Macbeth shall sleep no more .