The Court Magazine and Belle Assemblée, المجلد 2Edward Bull, 1833 |
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... honour to the age . The outline of the plan suggested , was a series of papers descriptive of Paris , Parisian manners and soci- ety ; and from the fact , that one hundred and one writers immediately subscribed their names as ...
... honour to the age . The outline of the plan suggested , was a series of papers descriptive of Paris , Parisian manners and soci- ety ; and from the fact , that one hundred and one writers immediately subscribed their names as ...
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... honours were claimed by and allowed to his kinsman , SIR THOMAS KENNEDY , Baronet , of Cul- lean , a lineal descendant of Sir Thomas Kennedy , of Cullean , second son of the third Earl . His Lordship died unmarried in 1775 , and was ...
... honours were claimed by and allowed to his kinsman , SIR THOMAS KENNEDY , Baronet , of Cul- lean , a lineal descendant of Sir Thomas Kennedy , of Cullean , second son of the third Earl . His Lordship died unmarried in 1775 , and was ...
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... honour in the execution , each in its degree rests upon self - compla- cency as the pillar upon which its weight is sustained , and without which it must sink into nothing * . " If this argument is sound , Shakspeare must be eminently ...
... honour in the execution , each in its degree rests upon self - compla- cency as the pillar upon which its weight is sustained , and without which it must sink into nothing * . " If this argument is sound , Shakspeare must be eminently ...
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... honour to our English congregations . Conspicuous amongst the assembly were the bride and her spouse . The first with her blue koften gaily trim- med with divers colours , her ribands stream- ing from her head , and hair banded by a ...
... honour to our English congregations . Conspicuous amongst the assembly were the bride and her spouse . The first with her blue koften gaily trim- med with divers colours , her ribands stream- ing from her head , and hair banded by a ...
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... honour being under her royal safeguard ; and requesting that he would be the first to salute Don Fadrique when they should meet . Both young men were then released from their durance . Don Ramiro scrupulously obeyed the queen's commands ...
... honour being under her royal safeguard ; and requesting that he would be the first to salute Don Fadrique when they should meet . Both young men were then released from their durance . Don Ramiro scrupulously obeyed the queen's commands ...
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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