The New Monthly Magazine and Literary Journal, المجلد 45Henry Colburn and Company, 1835 |
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... amount of suffering and the largest degree of sympathy ; it is the newspaper that , after relating a melancholy occurrence in terms more expressive of the harrowed feelings of a friend than of a mere looker - on and chronicler , takes ...
... amount of suffering and the largest degree of sympathy ; it is the newspaper that , after relating a melancholy occurrence in terms more expressive of the harrowed feelings of a friend than of a mere looker - on and chronicler , takes ...
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... amount was considerable - he had not paid it - I could not - he gained time - I a prison ! Upon me imprisonment would have pressed sadly and severely , but for my occupation ; in the field before me the duties of the clergy- man ...
... amount was considerable - he had not paid it - I could not - he gained time - I a prison ! Upon me imprisonment would have pressed sadly and severely , but for my occupation ; in the field before me the duties of the clergy- man ...
الصفحة 47
... amount of his salary . It is more than doubtful , indeed , whether Mr. Hazlitt's supposition is not the correct one , that if the most admired actor on the London stage could be brought to confession on this point , " he would ...
... amount of his salary . It is more than doubtful , indeed , whether Mr. Hazlitt's supposition is not the correct one , that if the most admired actor on the London stage could be brought to confession on this point , " he would ...
الصفحة 59
... amount of grievance ) , simply utters to his friend an in- voluntary sonnet of complaint , which is felt , as we read it , not as a decla- ration published to the world , but as a secret whispered to a chosen ear ; and after heaving ...
... amount of grievance ) , simply utters to his friend an in- voluntary sonnet of complaint , which is felt , as we read it , not as a decla- ration published to the world , but as a secret whispered to a chosen ear ; and after heaving ...
الصفحة 72
... amount to anything like the sum stated by the fair lady herself . Till then , as in fairness bound , we shall offer no opinion upon the subject . " The following extracts are from the miscellaneous department : - " On Thursday last this ...
... amount to anything like the sum stated by the fair lady herself . Till then , as in fairness bound , we shall offer no opinion upon the subject . " The following extracts are from the miscellaneous department : - " On Thursday last this ...
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الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...