The Court Magazine and Belle Assemblée, المجلد 2Edward Bull, 1833 |
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... took to put to death this defenceless creature , if he did not swear in the most sacred manner to abscond , and not appear at the trial of Madhoo Row ; such was the power that this man possessed over the minds of some of his followers ...
... took to put to death this defenceless creature , if he did not swear in the most sacred manner to abscond , and not appear at the trial of Madhoo Row ; such was the power that this man possessed over the minds of some of his followers ...
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... took place afterwards . Although the writer of this kept his eyes fixed on the prisoner during the whole of this in- teresting examination , in hopes of observing some change , some quiver of the muscles about the face , when his eyes ...
... took place afterwards . Although the writer of this kept his eyes fixed on the prisoner during the whole of this in- teresting examination , in hopes of observing some change , some quiver of the muscles about the face , when his eyes ...
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... took one very effective step . He was a stern man , a lawyer , who sought to make his son a lawyer , ( how many poets by the way have been fugitives from the banners of law ! ) and he never per- mitted any thing once begun , however ...
... took one very effective step . He was a stern man , a lawyer , who sought to make his son a lawyer , ( how many poets by the way have been fugitives from the banners of law ! ) and he never per- mitted any thing once begun , however ...
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... took Morley's hand , and after having attentively surveyed it for several moments , said , in a tone of most painful and almost appalling solemnity , " Thou wilt not count the midnight hour of thy thirty - fourth birth - day ; death ...
... took Morley's hand , and after having attentively surveyed it for several moments , said , in a tone of most painful and almost appalling solemnity , " Thou wilt not count the midnight hour of thy thirty - fourth birth - day ; death ...
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... took a particularly affectionate leave of all his friends ; they seemed to fall in with his humour , satisfied that his present moodiness of spirit would subside with the morning , and that he would then be among the first to join in ...
... took a particularly affectionate leave of all his friends ; they seemed to fall in with his humour , satisfied that his present moodiness of spirit would subside with the morning , and that he would then be among the first to join in ...
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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