The New Monthly Magazine and Literary Journal, Band 45Henry Colburn and Company, 1835 |
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... interest in the tale , though they probably did not understand the language in which I spoke , and all fixing their wild eyes earnestly on my face . " And now , Zingara , " I said , " I will bring her back on one con- dition - that ...
... interest in the tale , though they probably did not understand the language in which I spoke , and all fixing their wild eyes earnestly on my face . " And now , Zingara , " I said , " I will bring her back on one con- dition - that ...
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... interest which every succeeding volume of his will increase , -it is , as it were , the early picture of his mind wherewith to contrast all after ones . author's youth is in " The Disowned , " with all its romance , its gene- rous ...
... interest which every succeeding volume of his will increase , -it is , as it were , the early picture of his mind wherewith to contrast all after ones . author's youth is in " The Disowned , " with all its romance , its gene- rous ...
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... interest beyond painful pity to a real picture of poverty . Its want- though that brings out all that is most animal in our nature — is its least suffering . It is the moral debasement which we hold to be in- evitable - the shrinking ...
... interest beyond painful pity to a real picture of poverty . Its want- though that brings out all that is most animal in our nature — is its least suffering . It is the moral debasement which we hold to be in- evitable - the shrinking ...
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... interest in his cotemporaries . He concludes the exposition of his views in " The Disowned " by saying , " I was too young when I wrote it . " Is not this rather an excellence ? Every succeeding work will make us turn with a deeper interest ...
... interest in his cotemporaries . He concludes the exposition of his views in " The Disowned " by saying , " I was too young when I wrote it . " Is not this rather an excellence ? Every succeeding work will make us turn with a deeper interest ...
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... interest which most people felt in humouring the whims of this strange old creature prevailed , in allowing him still to live in the Indian style ; and every one was per- suaded that , in spite of his wonderful powers of 44 The Flying ...
... interest which most people felt in humouring the whims of this strange old creature prevailed , in allowing him still to live in the Indian style ; and every one was per- suaded that , in spite of his wonderful powers of 44 The Flying ...
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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...