New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register, Volume 45Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Ainsworth, William Harrison Ainsworth Henry Colburn, 1835 |
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... close round her throat , and the silken and gold fringe of the shawl flowing coquettishly over her left cheek and ear , she was certainly an odd figure on horseback , and , but for her ad- mirable riding and excessive grace of attitude ...
... close round her throat , and the silken and gold fringe of the shawl flowing coquettishly over her left cheek and ear , she was certainly an odd figure on horseback , and , but for her ad- mirable riding and excessive grace of attitude ...
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... close to my side , with the air of subdued respect which was more fitting to the spirit of the scene . It was a lovely morning , as I said , and the Turks , who are early risers , were sitting on the graves of their kindred with their ...
... close to my side , with the air of subdued respect which was more fitting to the spirit of the scene . It was a lovely morning , as I said , and the Turks , who are early risers , were sitting on the graves of their kindred with their ...
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... close coffin , and the additional horrors of approaching death , perhaps , combine , in other countries , utterly to do away . " Hitherto , " said Job , as he gazed attentively on the calm old man , " I have envied the Scaligers their ...
... close coffin , and the additional horrors of approaching death , perhaps , combine , in other countries , utterly to do away . " Hitherto , " said Job , as he gazed attentively on the calm old man , " I have envied the Scaligers their ...
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... Close not your gates ! Such music comes but once From your rich viols and cerulean shells . Let the sound live - until I hear no more.` Oh ! hast thou hoarded up all grace till now ? Hast damm'd the current of thy soul , and now Wilt ...
... Close not your gates ! Such music comes but once From your rich viols and cerulean shells . Let the sound live - until I hear no more.` Oh ! hast thou hoarded up all grace till now ? Hast damm'd the current of thy soul , and now Wilt ...
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... close the poem , for such it is , of the artist's existence . " There are two tombs close to each other in the stranger's burial - place at Rome ; they cover those for whom life , unequally long , terminated in the same month . The one ...
... close the poem , for such it is , of the artist's existence . " There are two tombs close to each other in the stranger's burial - place at Rome ; they cover those for whom life , unequally long , terminated in the same month . The one ...
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Page 47 - Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor in broad rumour lies, But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes And perfect witness of all-judging Jove; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.
Page 58 - 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 69 - Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
Page 67 - 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 51 - 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 67 - A WOMAN'S face with Nature's own hand painted Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion; A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted With shifting change, as is false women's fashion; An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling, Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth; A man in hue all hues in his controlling, Which steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth.
Page 65 - 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 55 - Tired with all these, for restful death I cry — As, to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn, And gilded honour shamefully misplaced, And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgraced, And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority...
Page 60 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising. Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember' d such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Page 53 - ... 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.