New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register, المجلد 31Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth Henry Colburn, 1831 |
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... times that are past ! Were they better - but now they're no more . Here's to all that is good - may it last ! Here's a health to THE FUTURE - thrice o'er ! Poet . May the Hope that we look upon Never The Legacy of a late Poet . 11.
... times that are past ! Were they better - but now they're no more . Here's to all that is good - may it last ! Here's a health to THE FUTURE - thrice o'er ! Poet . May the Hope that we look upon Never The Legacy of a late Poet . 11.
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... Hope that we look upon Never deceive us ! May the Spirit of Good Never fail us or leave us , But stand up like a friend that is true to the core ! Ambition , -oh , lay it in dust ! Revenge , ' tis a snake : let it die ! And for Pride ...
... Hope that we look upon Never deceive us ! May the Spirit of Good Never fail us or leave us , But stand up like a friend that is true to the core ! Ambition , -oh , lay it in dust ! Revenge , ' tis a snake : let it die ! And for Pride ...
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... hope is here , Where sleep is link'd to dreams of fear , And error to the pains of crime . The moon is come , —but she shall go : The stars are in their azure nest ; The jaded wind shall cease to blow ; But when shall we have hope or ...
... hope is here , Where sleep is link'd to dreams of fear , And error to the pains of crime . The moon is come , —but she shall go : The stars are in their azure nest ; The jaded wind shall cease to blow ; But when shall we have hope or ...
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... Hope and dark Despair ; And the world of beauty Fadeth , like a vision dim , From the troubled sight of him Who doth drown his soul in wine . Wine ! - It is a crimson devil , Dragging , by some villain rule , Down unto its loathsome ...
... Hope and dark Despair ; And the world of beauty Fadeth , like a vision dim , From the troubled sight of him Who doth drown his soul in wine . Wine ! - It is a crimson devil , Dragging , by some villain rule , Down unto its loathsome ...
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... Hope , which have fallen around me , the waters of my life ooze away in silence and desolation . " L's voice faltered a little as he spoke , and his dog , whether , as I often think , there is in that animal an instinct which lets him ...
... Hope , which have fallen around me , the waters of my life ooze away in silence and desolation . " L's voice faltered a little as he spoke , and his dog , whether , as I often think , there is in that animal an instinct which lets him ...
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الصفحة 497 - Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks: methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full mid-day beam...
الصفحة 125 - We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key; As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, Had been incorporate. So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted, But yet a union in partition, Two lovely berries moulded on one stem: So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart; Two of the first, like coats in heraldry, Due but to one, and crowned with one crest.
الصفحة 369 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry.
الصفحة 17 - And therefore it was most aptly said by one of Plato's school, That the sense of man carrieth a resemblance with the sun, which (as we see} openeth and revealeth all the terrestrial globe; but then again it obscureth and concealeth the stars and celestial globe: so doth the sense discover natural things, but it darkeneth and shutteth up divine.
الصفحة 72 - He actually shed tears. He asked whose the lines were, and it chanced that nobody but myself remembered that they occur in a half-forgotten poem of Langhorne's called by the unpromising title of 'The Justice of the Peace'.
الصفحة 497 - Methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full midday beam, purging and unsealing her long-abused sight at the fountain itself of heavenly radiance; while the whole noise of timorous and flocking birds, with those also that love the twilight, flutter about, amazed at what she means, and in their envious gabble would prognosticate a year of sects and schisms.
الصفحة 7 - But how much nobler will be the sovereign's boast, when he shall have it to say, that he found law dear, and left it cheap ; found it a sealed book — left it a living letter ; found it the patrimony of the rich — left it the inheritance of the poor ; found it the two-edged sword of craft and oppression — left it the staff of honesty and the shield of innocence...
الصفحة 72 - Burns's manner, was the effect produced upon him by a print of Bunbury's, representing a soldier lying dead on the snow, his dog sitting in misery on one side — on the other his widow, with a child in her arms.
الصفحة 269 - I've seen around me fall, Like leaves in wintry weather, I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed.
الصفحة 561 - My meat shall all come in, in Indian shells, Dishes of agate set in gold, and studded With emeralds, sapphires, hyacinths, and rubies. The tongues of carps, dormice, and camels...