The New Monthly Magazine and Literary Journal, Band 45Henry Colburn and Company, 1835 |
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Seite 6
... leaves and neglected , but evidently on a scale of the most imperial sumptuousness . From the perishable con- struction of Turkish dwelling - houses , all traces even of the most costly serai may easily have disappeared in a few years ...
... leaves and neglected , but evidently on a scale of the most imperial sumptuousness . From the perishable con- struction of Turkish dwelling - houses , all traces even of the most costly serai may easily have disappeared in a few years ...
Seite 7
... Leave your horse , " I said to her , in a low tone , " and cross the parapet . I will prevent his following you , and will join you on your own before you can reach Constantinople . Turn the horses The Gipsy's Ride . 7.
... Leave your horse , " I said to her , in a low tone , " and cross the parapet . I will prevent his following you , and will join you on your own before you can reach Constantinople . Turn the horses The Gipsy's Ride . 7.
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... leave no means untried to induce her to abandon me , to return to her own people and remain in her own land of the sun . What her fate would be in the state of society to which I must else introduce her , had been eloquently depicted by ...
... leave no means untried to induce her to abandon me , to return to her own people and remain in her own land of the sun . What her fate would be in the state of society to which I must else introduce her , had been eloquently depicted by ...
Seite 10
... leave you ! I called to the gipsy , and we stood on the verge of the parapet in breathless expectation . The darkness deepened around us , the abyss grew black and indistinguishable , and the night - birds flitted past like audible ...
... leave you ! I called to the gipsy , and we stood on the verge of the parapet in breathless expectation . The darkness deepened around us , the abyss grew black and indistinguishable , and the night - birds flitted past like audible ...
Seite 11
... Leaves life for death , And Nature's words are lost In the trumpet's breath . Yet what care we , my love , Whate'er betide , Since we can sing old songs By the fire - side ? Our rival swells with pride , Our foe revileth ; Our old ...
... Leaves life for death , And Nature's words are lost In the trumpet's breath . Yet what care we , my love , Whate'er betide , Since we can sing old songs By the fire - side ? Our rival swells with pride , Our foe revileth ; Our old ...
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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...