The Court Magazine and Belle Assemblée, المجلد 2Edward Bull, 1833 |
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... leaves and tender shoots of the feathery bam- boos which skirt the villages . At one of the principal stations in that far- away land , where the worldly wealth of man is pretty accurately ascertained by the defi- ciency of his liver ...
... leaves and tender shoots of the feathery bam- boos which skirt the villages . At one of the principal stations in that far- away land , where the worldly wealth of man is pretty accurately ascertained by the defi- ciency of his liver ...
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... leave the court , let His word sink deep into your heart - whose word is law to the Hindoo as well as to the Englishman : He who sheddeth man's blood , by man shall his blood be shed . " : - The last words of the judge were still ...
... leave the court , let His word sink deep into your heart - whose word is law to the Hindoo as well as to the Englishman : He who sheddeth man's blood , by man shall his blood be shed . " : - The last words of the judge were still ...
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... leave the light transparent . olive of her cheek , and her bright eyes to be suffused with tears of excitement . One evening , after her old and faithful attendant had finished the tale of the brave Bala Ruksha and the maid of the ...
... leave the light transparent . olive of her cheek , and her bright eyes to be suffused with tears of excitement . One evening , after her old and faithful attendant had finished the tale of the brave Bala Ruksha and the maid of the ...
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... leave the house bent upon an attack upon the smugglers . While he was in the act of priming a pair of English pistols which he possessed , she said , in a gentle tone : " Since you have sworn , dearest Madhoo Row , to be revenged for ...
... leave the house bent upon an attack upon the smugglers . While he was in the act of priming a pair of English pistols which he possessed , she said , in a gentle tone : " Since you have sworn , dearest Madhoo Row , to be revenged for ...
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... leaves of the sacred tree ravi * , ( which is supposed to procure * So sacred is this tree , ( called Arassamura in Ta mul , ) that it is thus addressed in prayer : - " Thou art the king of trees ; thy root resembles Brahma ; thy ...
... leaves of the sacred tree ravi * , ( which is supposed to procure * So sacred is this tree , ( called Arassamura in Ta mul , ) that it is thus addressed in prayer : - " Thou art the king of trees ; thy root resembles Brahma ; thy ...
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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