The New Monthly Magazine and Literary Journal, 45. kötetHenry Colburn and Company, 1835 |
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... sides of our horses , and pranced away up the street , getting many a glance of curiosity , and one or two that might be ... side , in the green turban of a Hajji ( which he had persisted in wearing ever since his pilgrimage to Jerusalem ) ...
... sides of our horses , and pranced away up the street , getting many a glance of curiosity , and one or two that might be ... side , in the green turban of a Hajji ( which he had persisted in wearing ever since his pilgrimage to Jerusalem ) ...
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... side , with the air of subdued respect which was more fitting to the spirit of the scene . It was a lovely morning , as I said , and the Turks , who are early risers , were sitting on the graves of their kindred with their veiled wives ...
... side , with the air of subdued respect which was more fitting to the spirit of the scene . It was a lovely morning , as I said , and the Turks , who are early risers , were sitting on the graves of their kindred with their veiled wives ...
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... side . Maimuna , " said Job , fishing out some trumpery paras from the corner of his waistcoat pocket , " give this ... sides , the un- hedged and unharvested valleys ! How thrilling it is unlike any other joy to spur a fiery horse to ...
... side . Maimuna , " said Job , fishing out some trumpery paras from the corner of his waistcoat pocket , " give this ... sides , the un- hedged and unharvested valleys ! How thrilling it is unlike any other joy to spur a fiery horse to ...
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... side to side , burst upon us like a scene of enchantment in the wilderness . Those same Sultans must have lived a great deal at Belgrade . Save these vast aqueducts , which are splendid monuments of architecture , there is little in the ...
... side to side , burst upon us like a scene of enchantment in the wilderness . Those same Sultans must have lived a great deal at Belgrade . Save these vast aqueducts , which are splendid monuments of architecture , there is little in the ...
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... side , but though with a steady eye one might venture to cross the parapet on foot , there were no means of getting ... sides , and overtook Job at the descent into the valley . We ascended again , and rode down the opposite shore to the ...
... side , but though with a steady eye one might venture to cross the parapet on foot , there were no means of getting ... sides , and overtook Job at the descent into the valley . We ascended again , and rode down the opposite shore to the ...
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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...