The Monthly Magazine, Or, British Register, Том 24R. Phillips, 1837 |
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... Lady . 164 • Lovers ( The ) -A Legend of Guernsey The Poet's Vision Song of Seville Napoleon the Second Man The Fading Rose 175 254 292 • · . 302 • . 366 .390 Song · 404 N Recorder's Address ( The ) . · 454 Notes of the Month , 96 , 219 ...
... Lady . 164 • Lovers ( The ) -A Legend of Guernsey The Poet's Vision Song of Seville Napoleon the Second Man The Fading Rose 175 254 292 • · . 302 • . 366 .390 Song · 404 N Recorder's Address ( The ) . · 454 Notes of the Month , 96 , 219 ...
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... lady of unquestionable taste and discrimination , had once remarked it . Eugenius was short of stature to be sure , but Byron was not tall ; and the partial baldness of the former was a very good substitute for a high forehead ; and ...
... lady of unquestionable taste and discrimination , had once remarked it . Eugenius was short of stature to be sure , but Byron was not tall ; and the partial baldness of the former was a very good substitute for a high forehead ; and ...
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... lady , to whom he forthwith mentally transferred the rapturous adjective . She was , indeed , beautiful : all that the fancy of Eugenius had ever previously conceived , or could imagine for the time to come . The elder lady - her mother ...
... lady , to whom he forthwith mentally transferred the rapturous adjective . She was , indeed , beautiful : all that the fancy of Eugenius had ever previously conceived , or could imagine for the time to come . The elder lady - her mother ...
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... lady with an amiable smile . " Certainly , with much pleasure , " returned Eugenius , handing it with some trepidation . 66 " I perceive , my love , " cried the elder lady , addressing her daughter with animation , we are to have a duet ...
... lady with an amiable smile . " Certainly , with much pleasure , " returned Eugenius , handing it with some trepidation . 66 " I perceive , my love , " cried the elder lady , addressing her daughter with animation , we are to have a duet ...
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... lady , “ to enquire whether the carriage for Mrs. M'Gregor is yet arrived ? " Eugenius trotted down stairs for that purpose . M'Gregor ! delight- ful name ! a descendant of Rob Roy , no doubt . No carriage , how- ever , was in waiting ...
... lady , “ to enquire whether the carriage for Mrs. M'Gregor is yet arrived ? " Eugenius trotted down stairs for that purpose . M'Gregor ! delight- ful name ! a descendant of Rob Roy , no doubt . No carriage , how- ever , was in waiting ...
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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...