The Monthly Magazine, Or, British Register, Том 24R. Phillips, 1837 |
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... he now looked upon as hideously degrading and base . Well , we never should have supposed that , " exclaimed the mo- ther , " should we Flora , love ? " 66 " Oh dear ! never , " sighed the daughter City Sketches . 11.
... he now looked upon as hideously degrading and base . Well , we never should have supposed that , " exclaimed the mo- ther , " should we Flora , love ? " 66 " Oh dear ! never , " sighed the daughter City Sketches . 11.
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... exclaimed Eugenius , looking aghast at the admeasured calamity alluded to ; - " had you not better follow her , Madam ? " " No , my dear Sir , not for the world , by no means ; she will re- cover her spirits sooner by herself . " An ...
... exclaimed Eugenius , looking aghast at the admeasured calamity alluded to ; - " had you not better follow her , Madam ? " " No , my dear Sir , not for the world , by no means ; she will re- cover her spirits sooner by herself . " An ...
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... exclaimed the Adjutant sternly , advancing towards the reluctant drummer , and striking him violently over the head and shoulders with a stick he held in his hand ; " Do your duty , or by God you shall take his place . " The miserable ...
... exclaimed the Adjutant sternly , advancing towards the reluctant drummer , and striking him violently over the head and shoulders with a stick he held in his hand ; " Do your duty , or by God you shall take his place . " The miserable ...
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... exclaimed , " Leader , for God's sake leave me . " He obeyed without a word . My Jackson came , as I directed . The hound would not eat . strength again declined , and I was fearful of a relapse ; but at night Jackson came again with ...
... exclaimed , " Leader , for God's sake leave me . " He obeyed without a word . My Jackson came , as I directed . The hound would not eat . strength again declined , and I was fearful of a relapse ; but at night Jackson came again with ...
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... exclaimed , " Leader dearest , surely there is hope at least ! " " Oh , no , no , no ! " cried he in the most heart ... exclaiming , " Ned , I beseech you take her away , " fell convulsively on the sofa . I tore her from him forcibly ...
... exclaimed , " Leader dearest , surely there is hope at least ! " " Oh , no , no , no ! " cried he in the most heart ... exclaiming , " Ned , I beseech you take her away , " fell convulsively on the sofa . I tore her from him forcibly ...
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Сторінка 161 - 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.
Сторінка 163 - 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 all-oblivious...
Сторінка 161 - ... 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, I say, you look upon this verse When I perhaps compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, But let your love even with my life decay, Lest the wise world should look into your moan And mock you with me after I am gone.
Сторінка 58 - Can counsel and speak comfort to that grief Which they themselves not feel; but, tasting it, Their counsel turns to passion, which before Would give preceptial medicine to rage, Fetter strong madness in a silken thread, Charm ache with air and agony with words.
Сторінка 161 - Saturn laughed and leaped with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell: Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew: Nor did...
Сторінка 162 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
Сторінка 160 - When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night, When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white, When lofty trees I see barren of leaves Which erst from heat did canopy the herd...
Сторінка 188 - How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man...
Сторінка 159 - When forty winters shall besiege thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field...
Сторінка 160 - Our love was new and then but in the spring When I was wont to greet it with my lays, As Philomel in summer's front doth sing And stops...