The New Monthly Magazine, and Literary Journal, Том 5Oliver Everett, 1823 |
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... enter my protest against the grotesque garb in which you have enveloped your person . Dress , nephew , was originally intended to guard us against the inclemencies of the weather : but , in your case , I am sorry to say that it deviates ...
... enter my protest against the grotesque garb in which you have enveloped your person . Dress , nephew , was originally intended to guard us against the inclemencies of the weather : but , in your case , I am sorry to say that it deviates ...
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... Enter'd at York the Cat and Fiddle , And finding that the host was out On business for two hours or more , While Sam the rustic waiter wore The visage of a simple lout , Whom they might safely try to diddle ; They order'd dinner in a ...
... Enter'd at York the Cat and Fiddle , And finding that the host was out On business for two hours or more , While Sam the rustic waiter wore The visage of a simple lout , Whom they might safely try to diddle ; They order'd dinner in a ...
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... enter into those more refined and intellectual amusements in which the studious indulge , but which are , in fact , rather their occu- pations than their amusements . Chess is a game of this kind , which may be called an amusement , but ...
... enter into those more refined and intellectual amusements in which the studious indulge , but which are , in fact , rather their occu- pations than their amusements . Chess is a game of this kind , which may be called an amusement , but ...
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... enter a room before me , receive the first broad flash of observation , —the first salutations . How comfortably should I walk about with my wife on my arm , and gain part of the credit of her lively chat and easy address ! When pay ...
... enter a room before me , receive the first broad flash of observation , —the first salutations . How comfortably should I walk about with my wife on my arm , and gain part of the credit of her lively chat and easy address ! When pay ...
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... enter France , where he found his patrimony disposed of ; but he devoted himself to literature , and , under a feigned name , published an historical work , which re- established his fortune . In process of time , he devoted himself to ...
... enter France , where he found his patrimony disposed of ; but he devoted himself to literature , and , under a feigned name , published an historical work , which re- established his fortune . In process of time , he devoted himself to ...
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Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 227 - O, welcome, pure-eyed Faith, white-handed Hope, Thou hovering angel girt with golden wings, And thou unblemished form of Chastity!
Сторінка 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?
Сторінка 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
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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!
Сторінка 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.