The New Monthly Magazine and Literary Journal, Volume 45Henry Colburn and Company, 1835 - English literature |
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... taken off editors , for it is to them and theirs that we must attribute much of the influence which has already worked this improvement in the character of the world . Yes , even with the fear - and deep and most reverential it is — of ...
... taken off editors , for it is to them and theirs that we must attribute much of the influence which has already worked this improvement in the character of the world . Yes , even with the fear - and deep and most reverential it is — of ...
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... taken the infant from her daughter's hands , and laid it by the side of its father . She had placed the young boy kneeling at the foot of the bed ( on it ) ; and the child , as all children are taught , closed together the palms of his ...
... taken the infant from her daughter's hands , and laid it by the side of its father . She had placed the young boy kneeling at the foot of the bed ( on it ) ; and the child , as all children are taught , closed together the palms of his ...
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... taken was the name of Miller , but he knew nobody of that name . The attorney who had issued the writ was not to be found , and , as far as that action went , Moystyn to the day of his death never discovered who was the plaintiff . It ...
... taken was the name of Miller , but he knew nobody of that name . The attorney who had issued the writ was not to be found , and , as far as that action went , Moystyn to the day of his death never discovered who was the plaintiff . It ...
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... taken from inside the walls , others chosen from the rules . On the melancholy occasion in question I was called in to give evidence , and to witness , as it turned out , one of the strangest and most terror - striking events that ever ...
... taken from inside the walls , others chosen from the rules . On the melancholy occasion in question I was called in to give evidence , and to witness , as it turned out , one of the strangest and most terror - striking events that ever ...
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... taken . Those who are unacquainted with the routine of provincial theatres will naturally look upon a man who plays Macbeth , Harlequin , Crack , and Captain Macheath , as a prodigy of versatility ; but the initiated know that where ...
... taken . Those who are unacquainted with the routine of provincial theatres will naturally look upon a man who plays Macbeth , Harlequin , Crack , and Captain Macheath , as a prodigy of versatility ; but the initiated know that where ...
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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...