The New Monthly Magazine and Literary Journal, Band 45Henry Colburn and Company, 1835 |
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... brought my Susan up- With you the credit lies . " To make her a domestic wife , I own was all my aim ; And my second is domestic too , - My system was the same . IV . Now , do you know , I've often thought The eldest of the two ( She's ...
... brought my Susan up- With you the credit lies . " To make her a domestic wife , I own was all my aim ; And my second is domestic too , - My system was the same . IV . Now , do you know , I've often thought The eldest of the two ( She's ...
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... brought me to my senses , and I soon arrested her progress . " Stop , stop , " said I , " is your husband really dying ? " " I fear so . " " Is he a Catholic ? " 66 No , no , I am a Catholic , but my poor William is a Protestant . Och ...
... brought me to my senses , and I soon arrested her progress . " Stop , stop , " said I , " is your husband really dying ? " " I fear so . " " Is he a Catholic ? " 66 No , no , I am a Catholic , but my poor William is a Protestant . Och ...
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... brought nothing into the world , neither may we carry any- thing out . " - 1 Tim . vi . There were one or two sentences which I avoided , fearful of raising in his mind an angry feeling towards those who had imprisoned him . Such as ...
... brought nothing into the world , neither may we carry any- thing out . " - 1 Tim . vi . There were one or two sentences which I avoided , fearful of raising in his mind an angry feeling towards those who had imprisoned him . Such as ...
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... brought the white ' foam to the sufferer's lips . Then it frothed for a moment , and its bubbles burst and disappeared ; and at the same time the pulse stopped in his heart ; and the sense left his spirit ; and light was extinguished in ...
... brought the white ' foam to the sufferer's lips . Then it frothed for a moment , and its bubbles burst and disappeared ; and at the same time the pulse stopped in his heart ; and the sense left his spirit ; and light was extinguished in ...
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... brought with him an introduction to a person who was to him described as a " respectable merchant , " residing in the borough of Southwark , and by name Mr. Wentworth Stokes . This Mr. Went- worth Stokes was a gentleman who might have ...
... brought with him an introduction to a person who was to him described as a " respectable merchant , " residing in the borough of Southwark , and by name Mr. Wentworth Stokes . This Mr. Went- worth Stokes was a gentleman who might have ...
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Seite 56 - 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.
Seite 63 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights, Then in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
Seite 65 - 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...
Seite 49 - 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.
Seite 59 - 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.
Seite 63 - 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...
Seite 56 - 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. O, if...
Seite 51 - ... 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.
Seite 61 - Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, Although she knows my days are past the best, Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue: On both sides thus is simple truth suppress'd.
Seite 61 - from hate away she threw, And saved my life, saying—" not you." Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, Fool'd by these rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within, and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay ? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge ? Is this thy body's end ? Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store...