The Spirit of the English MagazinesMonroe and Francis, 1830 |
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الصفحة 28
... face - it is Pindar as he stood a conqueror at the Olympic games . And this lovely creature is Corinna , who conquered in poetry in the same place . That lady is Lais the courtesan - with the impudence which is part of her profession ...
... face - it is Pindar as he stood a conqueror at the Olympic games . And this lovely creature is Corinna , who conquered in poetry in the same place . That lady is Lais the courtesan - with the impudence which is part of her profession ...
الصفحة 31
... face bedaubed with white paint , pearl powder , or enamel , and be deceived for a minute into a belief that so inanimate a " whited wall " is the human skin . No flush of pleasure , no shudder of pain , no thrilling of hope , can be ...
... face bedaubed with white paint , pearl powder , or enamel , and be deceived for a minute into a belief that so inanimate a " whited wall " is the human skin . No flush of pleasure , no shudder of pain , no thrilling of hope , can be ...
الصفحة 32
... face with dark eyebrows ! But that feature , which is an embellish- ment to a brunette , when seen on the forehead of the fair beauty becomes , if not an absolute deformity , so great a drawback from her perfections , that the harmony ...
... face with dark eyebrows ! But that feature , which is an embellish- ment to a brunette , when seen on the forehead of the fair beauty becomes , if not an absolute deformity , so great a drawback from her perfections , that the harmony ...
الصفحة 33
... face is lighted up with be- nignant smiles ; where peace and gen- tleness are the tenants of the bosom , the countenance beams with mildness and complacency . Evil temper has , with truth , been called a more terrible enemy to beauty ...
... face is lighted up with be- nignant smiles ; where peace and gen- tleness are the tenants of the bosom , the countenance beams with mildness and complacency . Evil temper has , with truth , been called a more terrible enemy to beauty ...
الصفحة 57
... face ; nothing was to be seen but raisins and rounds of beef . I wandered about like Lear- I had given up all ! I felt myself grated against the world like a nut- meg . It grew dark - I sustained a still gloomier shock . Every chance ...
... face ; nothing was to be seen but raisins and rounds of beef . I wandered about like Lear- I had given up all ! I felt myself grated against the world like a nut- meg . It grew dark - I sustained a still gloomier shock . Every chance ...
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الصفحة 120 - A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
الصفحة 470 - Is it far away, in some region old, Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold, Where the burning rays of the ruby shine, And the diamond lights up the secret mine, And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand? Is it there, sweet mother! that better land? Not there, not there, my child ! Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy!
الصفحة 415 - In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed; In war, he mounts the warrior's steed; In halls, in gay attire is seen; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above ; For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
الصفحة 370 - Their graves are severed far and wide, By mount, and stream, and sea. The same fond mother bent at night O'er each fair sleeping brow ; She had each folded flower in sight — Where are those dreamers now ? One, 'midst the forests of the West, By a dark stream is laid — The Indian knows his place of rest, Far in the cedar shade.
الصفحة 470 - Not there, not there, my child !" " Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy ! Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy ; Dreams cannot picture a world so fair— Sorrow and death may not enter there ; Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom, Far beyond the clouds, and beyond the tomb, — It is there, it is there, my child !
الصفحة 120 - Come live with me and be my Love, And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dale and field, And all the craggy mountains yield. There will we sit upon the rocks And see the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals.
الصفحة 367 - We have laughed at little jests ; For the fount of hope was gushing, Warm and joyous, in our breasts ; But laughter now hath fled thy lip, And sullen glooms thy brow. We have been gay together: Shall a light word part us now? We have been sad together ; We have wept, with bitter tears, O'er the grass-grown graves where slumbered The hopes of early years ; The voices which are silent there Would bid thee clear thy brow.
الصفحة 121 - Previously to my departure, it had been strongly impressed on my mind, that Lord Byron was under the influence of insanity. This opinion was derived in a great measure from the communications made to me by his nearest relatives and personal attendant, who had more opportunities than myself of observing him during the latter part of my stay in town.
الصفحة 196 - Whose walls of mud scarce bear the broken door; There, where the putrid vapours, flagging, play, And the dull wheel hums doleful through the day ;— There children dwell who know no parents' care; Parents, who know no children's love, dwell there! Heart-broken matrons on their joyless bed, Forsaken wives, and mothers never wed ; Dejected widows with unheeded tears, And crippled age with more than...
الصفحة 119 - I IN these flowery meads would be : These crystal streams should solace me; To whose harmonious bubbling noise I with my angle would rejoice. Sit here, and see the turtle-dove Court his chaste mate to acts of love; Or on that bank, feel the west wind Breathe health and plenty; please my mind. To see sweet dewdrops kiss these flowers. And then...