The New Monthly Magazine, and Literary Journal, Zväzok 5Oliver Everett, 1823 |
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... scenes , Bolivar was eagerly prosecuting a more honourable warfare : he routed one of the principal Royalist commanders near the Tuy , whilst Rivas was obtaining minor advan- tages over the motley horde commanded by Rosette , a mulatto ...
... scenes , Bolivar was eagerly prosecuting a more honourable warfare : he routed one of the principal Royalist commanders near the Tuy , whilst Rivas was obtaining minor advan- tages over the motley horde commanded by Rosette , a mulatto ...
Strana 35
... scenes of punning into his immortal plays , eli- citing quibbles not less affluently from the mouths of fools and porters , than from the dread lips of the weird sisters , who palter with us in a double sense , " established upon an ...
... scenes of punning into his immortal plays , eli- citing quibbles not less affluently from the mouths of fools and porters , than from the dread lips of the weird sisters , who palter with us in a double sense , " established upon an ...
Strana 37
... scene , With more ecstasy than I ; There's not a view , a form , a hue , In earth , or air , or ocean , That does not fill my heart , and thrill My bosom with emotion . O clouds that paint the air ! O fountains , fields , and groves ...
... scene , With more ecstasy than I ; There's not a view , a form , a hue , In earth , or air , or ocean , That does not fill my heart , and thrill My bosom with emotion . O clouds that paint the air ! O fountains , fields , and groves ...
Strana 38
... scene is a stable : you wear your hat , and that hat has a crown like Mother Shipton's , surrounded by three silk bands with a rosette to each . Just like the smooth - complexioned clergyman's that one so often meets in Saint Paul's ...
... scene is a stable : you wear your hat , and that hat has a crown like Mother Shipton's , surrounded by three silk bands with a rosette to each . Just like the smooth - complexioned clergyman's that one so often meets in Saint Paul's ...
Strana 42
... Jacob was alarmed ; not that he sympathized , " The grave Sir Gilbert holds it for a rule , That every man in want is knave or fool . " РОРИ . but a woman's fainting was a scene he had not ( 42 ) The Monied Man; an outline.
... Jacob was alarmed ; not that he sympathized , " The grave Sir Gilbert holds it for a rule , That every man in want is knave or fool . " РОРИ . but a woman's fainting was a scene he had not ( 42 ) The Monied Man; an outline.
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Strana 471 - Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world dreaming on things to come, Can yet the lease of my true love control, Suppos'd as forfeit to a confin'd doom.
Strana 471 - In me. thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west ; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
Strana 243 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face; That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Strana 470 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Strana 227 - O, welcome, pure-eyed Faith, white-handed Hope, Thou hovering angel girt with golden wings, And thou unblemished form of Chastity!
Strana 472 - O father, what a hell of witchcraft lies In the small orb of one particular tear! But with the inundation of the eyes What rocky heart to water will not wear?
Strana 227 - With that same vaunted name, Virginity. Beauty is Nature's coin; must not be hoarded, But must be current; and the good thereof Consists in mutual and partaken bliss, Unsavoury in th
Strana 435 - Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins : thy neck is as a tower of ivory. Thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim : thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.
Strana 471 - ... basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace: Even so my sun one early morn did shine With all-triumphant splendour on my brow; But, out, alack!
Strana 471 - 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. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.