The London Magazine, المجلد 3Baldwin, Cradock, and Joy, 1821 |
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الصفحة 189
... Amy Robsart will haunt our recollection , as an instance of cruel agony falling on one little able to bear it , and by nature fashioned for the gentlest nurture : but she hath not , like Rebecca , the Jew's daugh- ter , qualities of ...
... Amy Robsart will haunt our recollection , as an instance of cruel agony falling on one little able to bear it , and by nature fashioned for the gentlest nurture : but she hath not , like Rebecca , the Jew's daugh- ter , qualities of ...
الصفحة 191
... Amy Robsart , in her father's house , was a " lively , indulged , and idle girl , " of high spirit , and bewitch- ing beauty . Her adoration of Lei- cester is unbounded ; yet her pride , vanity , fondness for show , and sen- sibility to ...
... Amy Robsart , in her father's house , was a " lively , indulged , and idle girl , " of high spirit , and bewitch- ing beauty . Her adoration of Lei- cester is unbounded ; yet her pride , vanity , fondness for show , and sen- sibility to ...
الصفحة 194
... Amy Robsart had secretly left her father's house , and her marriage with Leicester was unknown to all her friends , as well as her place of con- cealment . Their supposition was , that she had fallen a victim to Var- ney's arts of ...
... Amy Robsart had secretly left her father's house , and her marriage with Leicester was unknown to all her friends , as well as her place of con- cealment . Their supposition was , that she had fallen a victim to Var- ney's arts of ...
الصفحة 197
... Amy Robsart , driven , by the evidently fatal designs of her keepers , to flight from Cumnor place , arrives , after a series of most interesting adventures , unknown to her husband , at the in- stant he is entertaining his royal mis ...
... Amy Robsart , driven , by the evidently fatal designs of her keepers , to flight from Cumnor place , arrives , after a series of most interesting adventures , unknown to her husband , at the in- stant he is entertaining his royal mis ...
الصفحة 198
... Amy Robsart - their mar- riage - his jealousy - the causes on which it was founded , and many particulars be- sides . Leicester's confession , for such it might be called , was extorted from him piecemeal , yet was upon the whole ...
... Amy Robsart - their mar- riage - his jealousy - the causes on which it was founded , and many particulars be- sides . Leicester's confession , for such it might be called , was extorted from him piecemeal , yet was upon the whole ...
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الصفحة 596 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The Child is father of the Man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
الصفحة 39 - I'll tell you, friend! a wise man and a fool. You'll find, if once the monarch acts the monk Or, cobbler-like, the parson will be drunk, Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow, The rest is all but leather or prunella.
الصفحة 328 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
الصفحة 61 - He scarce had ceased, when the superior fiend Was moving toward the shore: his ponderous shield, Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, Behind him cast; the broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views, At evening, from the top of Fesole, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.
الصفحة 482 - There children dwell who know no parents' care; Parents, who know no children's love, dwell there! Heart-broken matrons on their joyless bed, Forsaken wives, and mothers never wed; Dejected widows with unheeded tears, And crippled age with more than childhood fears; The lame, the blind, and, far the happiest they! The moping idiot and the madman gay.
الصفحة 328 - The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
الصفحة 596 - That light we see is burning in my hall ; how far that little candle throws its beams, so shines a good deed in a naughty world...
الصفحة 480 - Which neither groves nor happy valleys boast; Where other cares than those the Muse relates, And other shepherds dwell with other mates; By such examples taught, I paint the Cot, As Truth will paint it, and as Bards will not...
الصفحة 58 - The moon is up, and yet it is not night — Sunset divides the sky with her — a sea Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains ; Heaven is free From clouds, but of all colours seems to be Melted to one vast Iris of the West, Where the Day joins the past Eternity ; While, on the other hand, meek Dian's crest Floats through the azure air — an island of the blest ! XXVIII.
الصفحة 313 - A million torches lighted by thy hand Wander unwearied through the blue abyss : They own thy power, accomplish thy command. All gay with life, all eloquent with bliss, What shall we call them ? Piles of crystal light, A glorious company of golden streams, Lamps of celestial ether burning bright, Suns lighting systems with their joyous beams ? But thou to these art as the noon to night.