The Court Magazine and Belle Assemblée, Volume 2Edward Bull, 1833 - English literature |
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... poor girl , having thrown her chadda or veil over his face and body , to protect him from the annoying attacks of insects which swarm the woods in this tropical clime , sat like a startled fawn , watching for any danger that might ...
... poor girl , having thrown her chadda or veil over his face and body , to protect him from the annoying attacks of insects which swarm the woods in this tropical clime , sat like a startled fawn , watching for any danger that might ...
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... poor Brahmin was brought to the hospital , and of his being obliged , in consequence of the dreadful wounds he had received , to ampu- tate the sufferer's legs , one of which , in ad- dition to the sword cuts , appeared to have been ...
... poor Brahmin was brought to the hospital , and of his being obliged , in consequence of the dreadful wounds he had received , to ampu- tate the sufferer's legs , one of which , in ad- dition to the sword cuts , appeared to have been ...
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... poor girl had followed Madhoo Row to the court - house , and had made her way through the immense crowd that had collected round the doors , but finding she was not able to approach near enough to the bench to hear the trial , had sunk ...
... poor girl had followed Madhoo Row to the court - house , and had made her way through the immense crowd that had collected round the doors , but finding she was not able to approach near enough to the bench to hear the trial , had sunk ...
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... poor girl's expression of speechless terror appeared to have been communicated to every one present ; not a word was spoken ; the judge sat motionless ; the counsel for the prosecution still stood with his eyes bent upon the spot where ...
... poor girl's expression of speechless terror appeared to have been communicated to every one present ; not a word was spoken ; the judge sat motionless ; the counsel for the prosecution still stood with his eyes bent upon the spot where ...
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... poor girl stared wildly , then rubbed her eyes to make sure she was not dreaming , and dropping her hands listlessly by her side , looked down as if trying to recollect herself ; after a short pause , her wretched state appeared ...
... poor girl stared wildly , then rubbed her eyes to make sure she was not dreaming , and dropping her hands listlessly by her side , looked down as if trying to recollect herself ; after a short pause , her wretched state appeared ...
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Page 302 - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Page 304 - For in your beauty's orient deep These flowers, as in their causes, sleep. Ask me no more whither do stray The golden atoms of the day; For in pure love heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair. Ask me no more whither doth haste The nightingale when May is past; For in your sweet dividing throat She winters and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more where those stars 'light That downwards fall in dead of night; For in your eyes they sit, and there Fixed become as in their sphere. Ask me...
Page 304 - Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see The dew bespangling herb and tree.
Page 303 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Page 39 - Her finger was so small, the ring Would not stay on, which they did bring, It was too wide a peck : And to say truth (for out it must) It looked like the great collar (just) About our young colt's neck.
Page 304 - Ask me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty's orient deep These flowers, as in their causes, sleep. Ask me no more whither do stray The golden atoms of the day; For in pure love heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair. Ask me no more...
Page 56 - Your monument shall be my gentle verse, Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read, And tongues to be your being shall rehearse When all the breathers of this world are dead; You still shall live — such virtue hath my pen — Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.
Page 56 - Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall out-live this powerful rhyme ; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword, nor war's quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory. 'Gainst death and...
Page 303 - Growing on's cheek (but none knows how), With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin; All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me? THE SONGS OF BIRDS What bird so sings, yet so does wail? O 'tis the ravished nightingale. 'Jug, jug, jug, jug, tereu,' she cries, And still her woes at midnight rise.
Page 56 - Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room, Even in the eyes of all posterity That wear this world out to the ending doom. So till the judgment that yourself arise, You live in this, and dwell in lovers