The Monthly Magazine, Or, British Register, Том 22R. Phillips, 1836 |
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... Henry Howard , Earl of Surrey , in the year 1518 . Mr. Housinan maintains that it may now be considered fairly natu- ralized among us . We hold a different opinion . Nay , we have our doubts whether it ever will become , among the ...
... Henry Howard , Earl of Surrey , in the year 1518 . Mr. Housinan maintains that it may now be considered fairly natu- ralized among us . We hold a different opinion . Nay , we have our doubts whether it ever will become , among the ...
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... Henry Howard , earl of Surrey , down to the present day - a period embracing the three last centuries . We shall avail ourselves of his labours in presenting our readers with some of the best sonnets written by English poets at ...
... Henry Howard , earl of Surrey , down to the present day - a period embracing the three last centuries . We shall avail ourselves of his labours in presenting our readers with some of the best sonnets written by English poets at ...
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... Henry's shoulder . He sat , thoughtful and absorbed ; his hand was cold and icy in the fevered grasp of the duchess . " Henry , " cried she impatiently , " is it thus thou receivest me ? Thou dost no longer love me . " " O , Rita ...
... Henry's shoulder . He sat , thoughtful and absorbed ; his hand was cold and icy in the fevered grasp of the duchess . " Henry , " cried she impatiently , " is it thus thou receivest me ? Thou dost no longer love me . " " O , Rita ...
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... Henry drooped his head upon Ritas bosom . " O , Henry , " exclaimed the duchess , " didst thou but know with what delight , with what pride I hear thy declarations ; if thou couldst but feel how sweet it is to say within oneself this ...
... Henry drooped his head upon Ritas bosom . " O , Henry , " exclaimed the duchess , " didst thou but know with what delight , with what pride I hear thy declarations ; if thou couldst but feel how sweet it is to say within oneself this ...
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... Henry . This expression of manhood seems nature on thy brow . That boldness which flashes in thy look is incense to my heart . Should I not love it , Henry ? Is it not all my work ? Are not all those thoughts of glory mine ? Have they ...
... Henry . This expression of manhood seems nature on thy brow . That boldness which flashes in thy look is incense to my heart . Should I not love it , Henry ? Is it not all my work ? Are not all those thoughts of glory mine ? Have they ...
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Сторінка 59 - Phoebus lifts his golden fire : The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas ! for other notes repine ; A different object do these eyes require ; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine ; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire...
Сторінка 59 - When I consider how my light is spent, E're half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide, Lodg'd with me useless, though my Soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker...
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Сторінка 59 - The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire: These ears alas! for other notes repine; A different object do these eyes require; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet Morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear And weep the more...
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