New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register, Том 45Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Ainsworth, William Harrison Ainsworth Henry Colburn, 1835 |
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... kind of pleased surprise , and uttering the all - expressive " Pekkhe ! " resumed his look - out for the fourth bearer . The corpse was that of a poor old man . The coffin was without a cover , and he lay in it , in his turban and ...
... kind of pleased surprise , and uttering the all - expressive " Pekkhe ! " resumed his look - out for the fourth bearer . The corpse was that of a poor old man . The coffin was without a cover , and he lay in it , in his turban and ...
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... kind of conjuror's flourish of the poker , he slapped the pendent mutton on the thigh in a fashion of encouragement , and waiting an instant for our admiration to subside , he whipped his knife from its sheath , and had out a dozen ...
... kind of conjuror's flourish of the poker , he slapped the pendent mutton on the thigh in a fashion of encouragement , and waiting an instant for our admiration to subside , he whipped his knife from its sheath , and had out a dozen ...
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... kind , which takes the place of all the once - ready affections - the grudging eye which we turn upon the blessings of others - the fierce vindictive joy which finds comfort in their misfortunes - the departure of shame , of gentleness ...
... kind , which takes the place of all the once - ready affections - the grudging eye which we turn upon the blessings of others - the fierce vindictive joy which finds comfort in their misfortunes - the departure of shame , of gentleness ...
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... kind creature to me , and be sure I'll love ye to the last . " " Papa's not well , " lisped a child who lay dreaming on the floor in one corner of the apartment . I tapped gently at the door . " Come in , Sir ; Och , come in for the ...
... kind creature to me , and be sure I'll love ye to the last . " " Papa's not well , " lisped a child who lay dreaming on the floor in one corner of the apartment . I tapped gently at the door . " Come in , Sir ; Och , come in for the ...
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... constitution and consuming his frame , so that Ellen , who nursed him with affection to the last , might truly be said to have joined him in a prison like an angel of kind comfort to tend him on his journey The Prison Inquest . 31.
... constitution and consuming his frame , so that Ellen , who nursed him with affection to the last , might truly be said to have joined him in a prison like an angel of kind comfort to tend him on his journey The Prison Inquest . 31.
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Сторінка 47 - Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor in broad rumour lies, But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes And perfect witness of all-judging Jove; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.
Сторінка 58 - 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 69 - Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
Сторінка 67 - 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...
Сторінка 51 - 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.
Сторінка 67 - A WOMAN'S face with Nature's own hand painted Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion; A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted With shifting change, as is false women's fashion; An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling, Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth; A man in hue all hues in his controlling, Which steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth.
Сторінка 65 - 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...
Сторінка 55 - Tired with all these, for restful death I cry — As, to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn, And gilded honour shamefully misplaced, And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgraced, And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority...
Сторінка 60 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising. Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember' d such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Сторінка 53 - ... 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.