The Metropolitan Magazine, 14. kötetSaunders and Otley, 1835 |
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... soon for his country's good ; and as for Sir George Cockburn , we require him as First Lord of the Admiralty , a situation he should have held some time ago . But we forget that we were not to mention names ; we were about to select ...
... soon for his country's good ; and as for Sir George Cockburn , we require him as First Lord of the Admiralty , a situation he should have held some time ago . But we forget that we were not to mention names ; we were about to select ...
17. oldal
... soon be locked up again , poor fellow ! it's turned his brain for certain . " As I passed along , my unsteady step naturally attracted the attention of the passers by ; but they attributed it to intoxication . Thus was I allowed to ...
... soon be locked up again , poor fellow ! it's turned his brain for certain . " As I passed along , my unsteady step naturally attracted the attention of the passers by ; but they attributed it to intoxication . Thus was I allowed to ...
19. oldal
... upon that conviction ; and when , further , those arguments are brought for- ward by one of the prettiest voices , and backed by the sweetest of smiles , it is not to be wondered at his soon becoming c 2 Japhet , in Search of a Father . 19.
... upon that conviction ; and when , further , those arguments are brought for- ward by one of the prettiest voices , and backed by the sweetest of smiles , it is not to be wondered at his soon becoming c 2 Japhet , in Search of a Father . 19.
23. oldal
... soon as I was on the sofa , wrapped up in one of the dressing - gowns of Mr. Cophagus , he told me that the clothes in which I had been picked up were all in tatters , and asked me whether I would like to have others made according to ...
... soon as I was on the sofa , wrapped up in one of the dressing - gowns of Mr. Cophagus , he told me that the clothes in which I had been picked up were all in tatters , and asked me whether I would like to have others made according to ...
26. oldal
... soon amend them ; yet I do think there is some reason in thy observation , for who know- eth , but meeting with thy former associates , thou mayst not be tempted into falling away ? Thou mayst spell thy name as thou listeth ; and ...
... soon amend them ; yet I do think there is some reason in thy observation , for who know- eth , but meeting with thy former associates , thou mayst not be tempted into falling away ? Thou mayst spell thy name as thou listeth ; and ...
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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.