The Metropolitan Magazine, 14. kötetSaunders and Otley, 1835 |
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21. oldal
... beautiful specimen of clear and trans- parent white that I ever had beheld - her complexion was unrivalled— her eyes were large , but I could not ascertain their colour , as they were cast down upon her book , and hid by her long ...
... beautiful specimen of clear and trans- parent white that I ever had beheld - her complexion was unrivalled— her eyes were large , but I could not ascertain their colour , as they were cast down upon her book , and hid by her long ...
22. oldal
... beautiful . I felt her beauty , her purity , and I could have worshipped her as an angel . While I still had my eyes fixed upon her exquisite features , she closed her book , and rising from her chair , came to the side of the bed ...
... beautiful . I felt her beauty , her purity , and I could have worshipped her as an angel . While I still had my eyes fixed upon her exquisite features , she closed her book , and rising from her chair , came to the side of the bed ...
23. oldal
... beautiful in her . She looked an angel , and I listened to her pre- cepts as delivered by one . Still , whatever may be the cause by which a person's attention can be directed to so important a subject , so gene- rally neglected ...
... beautiful in her . She looked an angel , and I listened to her pre- cepts as delivered by one . Still , whatever may be the cause by which a person's attention can be directed to so important a subject , so gene- rally neglected ...
25. oldal
... beautiful Susannah Temple , and - my decision was made . I would not lose the substance by running after shadows . That evening , with many thanks , I accepted the kind offers of Mr. Cophagus , and expressed my determination of entering ...
... beautiful Susannah Temple , and - my decision was made . I would not lose the substance by running after shadows . That evening , with many thanks , I accepted the kind offers of Mr. Cophagus , and expressed my determination of entering ...
34. oldal
... that in every chapter , she expatiated on gastronomy . I think that I reckoned eight - and - twenty times in the two widely printed volumes , and I mentioned it to Murray . If there was a beautiful 34 Diary of a Blasé .
... that in every chapter , she expatiated on gastronomy . I think that I reckoned eight - and - twenty times in the two widely printed volumes , and I mentioned it to Murray . If there was a beautiful 34 Diary of a Blasé .
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323. oldal - See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
64. oldal - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
61. oldal - Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep ! He hath awakened from the dream of life. Tis we who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings.
60. oldal - Grief made the young Spring wild, and she threw down Her kindling buds, as if she Autumn were, Or they dead leaves; since her delight is flown, For whom should she have waked the sullen year?
64. 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? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be; Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee; Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
363. oldal - Picton, his Majesty has sustained the loss of an officer who has frequently distinguished himself in his service, and he fell gloriously leading his division to a charge with bayonets, by which one of the most serious attacks made by the enemy on our position was defeated.
64. oldal - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine ; I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine. Chorus hymeneal, Or triumphal chaunt, Matched with thine would be all But an empty vaunt, — A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want.
59. oldal - O, weep for Adonais ! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head ! And thou, sad Hour, selected from all years To mourn our loss, rouse thy obscure compeers, And teach them thine own sorrow, say : with me Died Adonais ; till the Future dares Forget the Past, his fate and fame shall be An echo and a light unto eternity.
55. oldal - And yet to me welcome is day and night, Whether one breaks the hoar frost of the morn, Or starry, dim, and slow, the other climbs The leaden-coloured east; for then they lead The wingless, crawling hours, one among whom — As some dark Priest hales the reluctant victim — Shall drag thee, cruel King, to kiss the blood From these pale feet, which then might trample thee If they disdained not such a prostrate slave.
63. oldal - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.