The New Monthly Magazine and Literary Journal, Zväzok 45Henry Colburn and Company, 1835 |
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Strana 5
... admiration to subside , he whipped his knife from its sheath , and had out a dozen strips from the chine ( as Job expressed it in Vermontese ) " in no time . " With the same alacrity these were cut into bits " of the size of a piece of ...
... admiration to subside , he whipped his knife from its sheath , and had out a dozen strips from the chine ( as Job expressed it in Vermontese ) " in no time . " With the same alacrity these were cut into bits " of the size of a piece of ...
Strana 16
... admirable acumen ; but not even Plutarch himself ever reconciled us to parallels . Opposition is the essence of genius - he were no great poet who resembled a predecessor . There is , however , one distinction too true to be past over ...
... admirable acumen ; but not even Plutarch himself ever reconciled us to parallels . Opposition is the essence of genius - he were no great poet who resembled a predecessor . There is , however , one distinction too true to be past over ...
Strana 18
... admirable hands at an almost . Such knowledge as theirs supersedes the necessity of watchfulness , and they consequently fall fast asleep just as they arrive in the vicinity of a sand - bank . The greater the trust in our guide , the ...
... admirable hands at an almost . Such knowledge as theirs supersedes the necessity of watchfulness , and they consequently fall fast asleep just as they arrive in the vicinity of a sand - bank . The greater the trust in our guide , the ...
Strana 48
... admiration is in proportion to the admiration with which the works of the highest genius have inspired us , to the delight we have received from their habitual contemplation , and to our participation in the general enthusiasm with ...
... admiration is in proportion to the admiration with which the works of the highest genius have inspired us , to the delight we have received from their habitual contemplation , and to our participation in the general enthusiasm with ...
Strana 49
... admirable skill , they could only poorly imitate the spirit of the more illustrious nation . It is with eloquent and characteristic truth that Mr. Walter Savage Landor accuses them of having always glared over their thin and We have ...
... admirable skill , they could only poorly imitate the spirit of the more illustrious nation . It is with eloquent and characteristic truth that Mr. Walter Savage Landor accuses them of having always glared over their thin and We have ...
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Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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...