New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register, Том 7Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth Henry Colburn, 1823 |
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... called upon by Death at that season of the year when good living abounds ( Death has no gallantry in his dealings with the ladies , as the old ballad shows , ) exclaimed with horror and in- dignation " What , now ? die now ? when ...
... called upon by Death at that season of the year when good living abounds ( Death has no gallantry in his dealings with the ladies , as the old ballad shows , ) exclaimed with horror and in- dignation " What , now ? die now ? when ...
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... called " The Bravos of the Apure , " and a corps of thirteen hundred horse . The position occupied by the Spaniards was one of great strength ; the heights , commanding the only pass by which it could be approached were crowned with ...
... called " The Bravos of the Apure , " and a corps of thirteen hundred horse . The position occupied by the Spaniards was one of great strength ; the heights , commanding the only pass by which it could be approached were crowned with ...
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... called the President Liberator ) declared Caracas the capital of the department of Venezuela , and transferred the Court of Admiralty from the island of Margarita to La Guyra . It has been stated , that not a white person was found in ...
... called the President Liberator ) declared Caracas the capital of the department of Venezuela , and transferred the Court of Admiralty from the island of Margarita to La Guyra . It has been stated , that not a white person was found in ...
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... called " Owen , Prince of Powys , or Welsh Feuds . " Army of English critics overran the principality , and extinguished his High- ness and his feuds . " The Pirate " bottled in theatrical spirits by Mr. Thomas Dibdin : too volatile ...
... called " Owen , Prince of Powys , or Welsh Feuds . " Army of English critics overran the principality , and extinguished his High- ness and his feuds . " The Pirate " bottled in theatrical spirits by Mr. Thomas Dibdin : too volatile ...
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... called upon to inter- dict Mr. Fitzgerald from spouting at their ensuing anniversary : event doubtful , according to Cobbett , who holds that when a man is smitten with the sound of his own voice , nothing short of a sledge - hammer ap ...
... called upon to inter- dict Mr. Fitzgerald from spouting at their ensuing anniversary : event doubtful , according to Cobbett , who holds that when a man is smitten with the sound of his own voice , nothing short of a sledge - hammer ap ...
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Страница 472 - But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest ; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growest : So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
Страница 243 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face; That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Страница 473 - In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou seest the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourished by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long : LXXIV.
Страница 473 - In me. thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west ; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
Страница 473 - And the sad augurs mock their own presage; Incertainties now crown themselves assured, And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time My love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes. Since, spite of him, I'll live in this poor rhyme, While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes; And thou in this shalt find thy monument, When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent.
Страница 227 - O, welcome, pure-eyed Faith, white-handed Hope, Thou hovering angel girt with golden wings, And thou unblemished form of Chastity!
Страница 473 - Anon permit the basest clouds to ride, With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace : Even so my sun one early morn did shine With all-triumphant splendour on my brow ; But out, alack ! he was but one hour mine, The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now. Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth; Suns of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth XXXIV.
Страница 473 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Страница 473 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace. Even so my sun one early morn did shine With all-triumphant splendour on my brow; But out, alack!
Страница 472 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd...