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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... took our places at the poles , the marketer quietly turned his beast out of the road , and assisted us in lifting the dead on our shoulders . The grave was not far off , and having deposited the corpse on its border , we returned to our ...
... took our places at the poles , the marketer quietly turned his beast out of the road , and assisted us in lifting the dead on our shoulders . The grave was not far off , and having deposited the corpse on its border , we returned to our ...
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... took my hand , and put it to his lips . " You agree to our compact , then ? " I asked . He put his hand to his forehead , and then laid it , with a slight inclina- tion , on his breast . " She cannot have gone far , " I said , and ...
... took my hand , and put it to his lips . " You agree to our compact , then ? " I asked . He put his hand to his forehead , and then laid it , with a slight inclina- tion , on his breast . " She cannot have gone far , " I said , and ...
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... took note of the interior of the room . Like all the apartments of the prison , it was small in its dimen- sions , about twelve feet square ; the walls were green , here and there darkened with a spot of damp ; there was no carpet on ...
... took note of the interior of the room . Like all the apartments of the prison , it was small in its dimen- sions , about twelve feet square ; the walls were green , here and there darkened with a spot of damp ; there was no carpet on ...
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... took the bread , and drank of the wine , with the fervent earnestness of a Christian , who put all trust in God , and who hoped to be redeemed by his Son ! When it was all over , he seemed much comforted , but his serenity was suddenly ...
... took the bread , and drank of the wine , with the fervent earnestness of a Christian , who put all trust in God , and who hoped to be redeemed by his Son ! When it was all over , he seemed much comforted , but his serenity was suddenly ...
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... took it , I think , as some fearful confirmation of his vision - for he started , and shrieked , and fell into those wild dreadful hysterics , which took him out of the world . " The poor woman's tears flowed afresh ; and I left her for ...
... took it , I think , as some fearful confirmation of his vision - for he started , and shrieked , and fell into those wild dreadful hysterics , which took him out of the world . " The poor woman's tears flowed afresh ; and I left her for ...
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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.