Gentleman's Magazine and Historical Review, Volume 285F. Jefferies, 1898 |
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... native beauty from his cheek , And he will look as hollow as a ghost , As dim and meagre as an ague's fit . And so he'll die ; and , rising so again , When I shall meet him in the court of heaven I shall not know him : therefore never ...
... native beauty from his cheek , And he will look as hollow as a ghost , As dim and meagre as an ague's fit . And so he'll die ; and , rising so again , When I shall meet him in the court of heaven I shall not know him : therefore never ...
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... native village calling upon the souls of his relations to accompany him to Gya . Arrived there , the pilgrim makes offering at each shrine where he worships of small balls of rice , one for each of the departed souls , while the Brahman ...
... native village calling upon the souls of his relations to accompany him to Gya . Arrived there , the pilgrim makes offering at each shrine where he worships of small balls of rice , one for each of the departed souls , while the Brahman ...
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... native country , which examination he accomplished alone and on foot for the most part , young Teeling crossed over to France and became a voluntary exile , entering the French army and serving a campaign under General Hoche . When the ...
... native country , which examination he accomplished alone and on foot for the most part , young Teeling crossed over to France and became a voluntary exile , entering the French army and serving a campaign under General Hoche . When the ...
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... native shores . When the French general saw that all was lost on the bloody field of Ballinamuck , he turned to his young Irish aide - de - camp with the words , " Allons , mon brave camarade , nous mourons ensemble ! " and no better ...
... native shores . When the French general saw that all was lost on the bloody field of Ballinamuck , he turned to his young Irish aide - de - camp with the words , " Allons , mon brave camarade , nous mourons ensemble ! " and no better ...
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... in prison , and the second brother , Charles , a fugitive wanderer among his native hills ) , was sent , through the medium of one of the highest officials at the Castle , to the then Lord - Lieutenant 60 The Gentleman's Magazine .
... in prison , and the second brother , Charles , a fugitive wanderer among his native hills ) , was sent , through the medium of one of the highest officials at the Castle , to the then Lord - Lieutenant 60 The Gentleman's Magazine .
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Página 548 - Some heavenly music, which even now I do, To work mine end upon their senses that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And deeper than did ever plummet sound I'll drown my book.
Página 39 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Página 556 - And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply Passion as they...
Página 555 - would it had been done ! Thou didst prevent me ; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. Pro. Abhorred slave ; Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill ! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other : when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like A thing most brutish, I endowed thy purposes With words that made them known...
Página 560 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
Página 102 - Your name from hence immortal life shall have, Though I, once gone, to all the world must die : The earth can yield me but a common grave, When you entombed in men's eyes shall lie. Your monument shall be my gentle verse, Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read ;(45) 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.
Página 210 - Thine eyes shall see the king in his beauty: they shall behold the land that is very far off.
Página 550 - What will be shall be? Divinity, adieu! These metaphysics of magicians And necromantic books are heavenly : Lines, circles, scenes, letters, and characters : Ay, these are those that Faustus most desires. O what a world of profit and delight, Of power, of honour, of omnipotence Is promised to the studious artisan!
Página 381 - This was the noblest Roman of them all : All the conspirators, save only he, Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He only, in a general honest thought, And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle; and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, This was a man!
Página 476 - Unnurtured Blount! thy brawling cease: He opes his eyes," said Eustace : " peace !" — When, doffed his casque, he felt free air, Around 'gan Marmion wildly stare : — "Where's Harry Blount? Fitz-Eustace, where? Linger ye here, ye hearts of hare ! Redeem my pennon, — charge again! Cry — « Marmion to the rescue ! ' — Vain ! Last of my race, on battle plain That shout shall ne'er be heard again!