The New Monthly Magazine and Literary Journal, 45. kötetHenry Colburn and Company, 1835 |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 75 találatból.
2. oldal
... produced a contrast which elicited a smile even from the admiring damsels at the windows . Maimuna went caracoling along till the road entered the black shadow of the Cemetery of Pera , and then , pulling up her well - managed horse ...
... produced a contrast which elicited a smile even from the admiring damsels at the windows . Maimuna went caracoling along till the road entered the black shadow of the Cemetery of Pera , and then , pulling up her well - managed horse ...
20. oldal
... produce its own journal , and every man will be his own editor . Then what a rivalry will there be in the race of generosity ! Society will be one virtue , and the world will be an " entire and perfect chrysolite . " So may we prophesy ...
... produce its own journal , and every man will be his own editor . Then what a rivalry will there be in the race of generosity ! Society will be one virtue , and the world will be an " entire and perfect chrysolite . " So may we prophesy ...
40. oldal
... produce a stronger impression of the peaceful repose of patriarchal times , than to stand upon a sunny height , overlooking the little dell that embosoms the village , on a Sunday morning , and hear the Sabbath bell , as its clear tones ...
... produce a stronger impression of the peaceful repose of patriarchal times , than to stand upon a sunny height , overlooking the little dell that embosoms the village , on a Sunday morning , and hear the Sabbath bell , as its clear tones ...
43. oldal
... produce the momentary impres- sion that such a being could not belong to this world . These prowlings , however , were rare ; they gave no molestation to the white people , and seldom entered their houses , except to light their pipes ...
... produce the momentary impres- sion that such a being could not belong to this world . These prowlings , however , were rare ; they gave no molestation to the white people , and seldom entered their houses , except to light their pipes ...
50. oldal
... produced a greater number of illustrious men than all the remainder of the earth around us ; that no man can anywhere enter his hall or portico , and see the countenances of his ances- tors from their marble columels , without a ...
... produced a greater number of illustrious men than all the remainder of the earth around us ; that no man can anywhere enter his hall or portico , and see the countenances of his ances- tors from their marble columels , without a ...
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56. oldal - 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. oldal - 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. oldal - 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. oldal - 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. oldal - 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. oldal - 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. oldal - 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. oldal - ... 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. oldal - 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. oldal - 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...