The Court Magazine and Belle Assemblée, المجلد 2Edward Bull, 1833 |
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... dark cold dungeon's gloom . With joy in happy eyes I shone , And peace bestowed where joy was gone . In tears upon the face of care , In pearls that decked the maiden's hair , — I shone on all things , sad and fair . But few the eyes ...
... dark cold dungeon's gloom . With joy in happy eyes I shone , And peace bestowed where joy was gone . In tears upon the face of care , In pearls that decked the maiden's hair , — I shone on all things , sad and fair . But few the eyes ...
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... dark eye - lashes , burdened with tears , would force her eye - lids to close , and she would gradually sink into a feverish sleep , too soon to be dis- turbed by Madhoo Row's preparation for his departure . One night , being more than ...
... dark eye - lashes , burdened with tears , would force her eye - lids to close , and she would gradually sink into a feverish sleep , too soon to be dis- turbed by Madhoo Row's preparation for his departure . One night , being more than ...
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... dark , and the sea breeze blowing freshly through the trees , prevented their foot- steps from being heard . Just as they had entered the wood the moon rose bright and full , and enabled them , as they moved cau- tiously on , guided by ...
... dark , and the sea breeze blowing freshly through the trees , prevented their foot- steps from being heard . Just as they had entered the wood the moon rose bright and full , and enabled them , as they moved cau- tiously on , guided by ...
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... dark and heavy brow . When asked , at the conclusion of Anuntya's examination , whether he had any question to put , he replied " None , I never saw the witness before to my knowledge ; " the obser- vation was not heeded , and the trial ...
... dark and heavy brow . When asked , at the conclusion of Anuntya's examination , whether he had any question to put , he replied " None , I never saw the witness before to my knowledge ; " the obser- vation was not heeded , and the trial ...
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... dark bright hair , which was arranged ( together with her dress ) with that care which respect to him she loved and the forms of her religion required : it was parted in the centre of her well - shaped forehead ; and the two ends being ...
... dark bright hair , which was arranged ( together with her dress ) with that care which respect to him she loved and the forms of her religion required : it was parted in the centre of her well - shaped forehead ; and the two ends being ...
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الصفحة 302 - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
الصفحة 304 - For in your beauty's orient deep These flowers, as in their causes, sleep. Ask me no more whither do stray The golden atoms of the day; For in pure love heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair. Ask me no more whither doth haste The nightingale when May is past; For in your sweet dividing throat She winters and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more where those stars 'light That downwards fall in dead of night; For in your eyes they sit, and there Fixed become as in their sphere. Ask me...
الصفحة 304 - Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see The dew bespangling herb and tree.
الصفحة 303 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
الصفحة 39 - Her finger was so small, the ring Would not stay on, which they did bring, It was too wide a peck : And to say truth (for out it must) It looked like the great collar (just) About our young colt's neck.
الصفحة 304 - Ask me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty's orient deep These flowers, as in their causes, sleep. Ask me no more whither do stray The golden atoms of the day; For in pure love heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair. Ask me no more...
الصفحة 56 - Your monument shall be my gentle verse, Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read, And tongues to be your being shall rehearse When all the breathers of this world are dead; You still shall live — such virtue hath my pen — Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.
الصفحة 56 - Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall out-live this powerful rhyme ; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword, nor war's quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory. 'Gainst death and...
الصفحة 303 - Growing on's cheek (but none knows how), With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin; All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me? THE SONGS OF BIRDS What bird so sings, yet so does wail? O 'tis the ravished nightingale. 'Jug, jug, jug, jug, tereu,' she cries, And still her woes at midnight rise.
الصفحة 56 - Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room, Even in the eyes of all posterity That wear this world out to the ending doom. So till the judgment that yourself arise, You live in this, and dwell in lovers