The King's College Magazine, المجلد 2Houlston and Hughes, 1842 |
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... sweet , merry morn ariseth . I feel , Edward , already the fresh pleasure that will be ours when we end our night of trouble . " Such , and ever cheerful , was the nature of the converse with which Edward and Kate whiled the hours ...
... sweet , merry morn ariseth . I feel , Edward , already the fresh pleasure that will be ours when we end our night of trouble . " Such , and ever cheerful , was the nature of the converse with which Edward and Kate whiled the hours ...
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... sweet mother of a beauteous race ; weep not for delights that are no more ; the memory of Eden not utterly shall fade ! The soft breath of heaven shall kiss the garland on thy brow , and those flowers of Paradise shall cast their seed ...
... sweet mother of a beauteous race ; weep not for delights that are no more ; the memory of Eden not utterly shall fade ! The soft breath of heaven shall kiss the garland on thy brow , and those flowers of Paradise shall cast their seed ...
الصفحة 20
... sweet emblem - flower of purity ; while the kindred rose that , as it grew not in that bower , retains its former hue , to this day men call " THE MAIDEN'S BLUSH . " HAL . LOVE'S EYES . " MAIDEN with the mirthful eye , And the tread of ...
... sweet emblem - flower of purity ; while the kindred rose that , as it grew not in that bower , retains its former hue , to this day men call " THE MAIDEN'S BLUSH . " HAL . LOVE'S EYES . " MAIDEN with the mirthful eye , And the tread of ...
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... sweet scents , which told that it had passed through myrtle bowers , and where the almond scatters around its blossom , white as the snows of Atlas . In the distance arose itself the mountain monarch , tinged by the last beams of the ...
... sweet scents , which told that it had passed through myrtle bowers , and where the almond scatters around its blossom , white as the snows of Atlas . In the distance arose itself the mountain monarch , tinged by the last beams of the ...
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... sweet melody of days gone by ! Great Allah never made another such as she - the peerless one - the Emir's child . Famed for her beauty far and wide , but more for excellence that eastern maidens seldom know , doomed either to a hopeless ...
... sweet melody of days gone by ! Great Allah never made another such as she - the peerless one - the Emir's child . Famed for her beauty far and wide , but more for excellence that eastern maidens seldom know , doomed either to a hopeless ...
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الصفحة 194 - I loved Ophelia: forty thousand brothers Could not with all their quantity of love, Make up my sum.
الصفحة 481 - Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha! here's three on's are sophisticated! Thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.
الصفحة 255 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields or waves or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain?
الصفحة 303 - Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! let the earth hide thee ! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with.
الصفحة 305 - If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended: That you have but slumbered here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: If you pardon, we will mend.
الصفحة 193 - Remember thee! Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there...
الصفحة 232 - tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all.
الصفحة 302 - And thou opposed, being of no woman born, Yet I will try the last. Before my body I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff, And damn'd be him that first cries 'Hold, enough!
الصفحة 429 - Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
الصفحة 301 - The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast ; — Lady M. What do you mean ? Macb. Still it cried, Sleep no more ! to all the house : Glamis hath murdered sleep; and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more ; Macbeth shall sleep no more .