The New Monthly Magazine and Literary Journal, Volume 45Henry Colburn and Company, 1835 - English literature |
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... living . They spread their carpets , and arrange their simple repast around the stone which records the name and virtues of their own dead , and talk of them as they do of the living and absent , -parted from them to meet again , if not ...
... living . They spread their carpets , and arrange their simple repast around the stone which records the name and virtues of their own dead , and talk of them as they do of the living and absent , -parted from them to meet again , if not ...
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... living beauties of one landscape and the everlasting wonders of another , as food and manna for the worship and adoration of the God who made them all ! In the pursuit of nature in other lands , and in the fond contemplation of ...
... living beauties of one landscape and the everlasting wonders of another , as food and manna for the worship and adoration of the God who made them all ! In the pursuit of nature in other lands , and in the fond contemplation of ...
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... living upon a small income which he had preferred remaining in prison to giving up ; and this ( when the facts were stated ) his creditors , instead of dividing amongst themselves , generously consented to assign to the hapless Ellen ...
... living upon a small income which he had preferred remaining in prison to giving up ; and this ( when the facts were stated ) his creditors , instead of dividing amongst themselves , generously consented to assign to the hapless Ellen ...
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... living wight can work , ne careth e'en for play . " I never cast my eyes over this " pleasing land of drowsyhed " without imagining myself transported a century and a half backward , like Cor- poral Trim's giants , out of all harm's way ...
... living wight can work , ne careth e'en for play . " I never cast my eyes over this " pleasing land of drowsyhed " without imagining myself transported a century and a half backward , like Cor- poral Trim's giants , out of all harm's way ...
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... living A dozen men immediate ness ; but the wither ned a moment pr have become about to making and h mad Aould Jest be she soil , called a love of fame ? rumour lies , hose pure eyes , ng Jove- ". e Flying Island . 45.
... living A dozen men immediate ness ; but the wither ned a moment pr have become about to making and h mad Aould Jest be she soil , called a love of fame ? rumour lies , hose pure eyes , ng Jove- ". e Flying Island . 45.
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Page 56 - 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.
Page 63 - 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.
Page 65 - 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...
Page 49 - 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.
Page 59 - 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.
Page 63 - 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...
Page 56 - 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...
Page 51 - ... 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.
Page 61 - 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.
Page 61 - 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...