The New Monthly Magazine and Literary Journal, Volume 45Henry Colburn and Company, 1835 |
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... object ; a sort of memory of fondness once indulged ; flowers of af- fection which it was the duty of constancy to keep in bloom . " Dai bei rami scendea , Dolce ne la memoria . " Soon after Moystyn's departure , an accession of fortune ...
... object ; a sort of memory of fondness once indulged ; flowers of af- fection which it was the duty of constancy to keep in bloom . " Dai bei rami scendea , Dolce ne la memoria . " Soon after Moystyn's departure , an accession of fortune ...
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... objects far distant and out of sight , beyond the curvature of the earth's surface , or whether it owed its existence to some reflection or shadow from the mountains in the interior , is not known ; but the appearance of the island was ...
... objects far distant and out of sight , beyond the curvature of the earth's surface , or whether it owed its existence to some reflection or shadow from the mountains in the interior , is not known ; but the appearance of the island was ...
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... object , and the animating spring of his efforts . The " love of emulation " in a poet may be awakened , as I believe , not by the direct and gross admiration of , and desire of the homage won by , others ; but it may in itself be the ...
... object , and the animating spring of his efforts . The " love of emulation " in a poet may be awakened , as I believe , not by the direct and gross admiration of , and desire of the homage won by , others ; but it may in itself be the ...
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... objects of our worship ; they breathe the spirit of our ancestors ; they lived in our form ; they spoke in our language ; they suffered as our daughters may suffer ; the deities revisit them with pity ; and some ( we think ) dwell among ...
... objects of our worship ; they breathe the spirit of our ancestors ; they lived in our form ; they spoke in our language ; they suffered as our daughters may suffer ; the deities revisit them with pity ; and some ( we think ) dwell among ...
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... object to which he clung , as connecting him in actual life with the moral beauty and sweetness of the world . To his friend he might speak , in the words of a contem- porary poet in a case not quite dissimilar— " To you I have unclasp ...
... object to which he clung , as connecting him in actual life with the moral beauty and sweetness of the world . To his friend he might speak , in the words of a contem- porary poet in a case not quite dissimilar— " To you I have unclasp ...
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Página 56 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell: Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so, That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Página 63 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights, Then in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
Página 65 - To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers' pride, Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd In process of the seasons have I seen, Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd, Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. Ah ! yet...
Página 49 - 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 ; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd. 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.
Página 59 - 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.
Página 63 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Página 56 - Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe. O, if...
Página 51 - ... an inward prompting which now grew daily upon me, that by labour and intense study (which I take to be my portion in this life), joined with the strong propensity of nature, I might perhaps leave something so written to after times as they should not willingly let it die.
Página 61 - Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, Although she knows my days are past the best, Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue: On both sides thus is simple truth suppress'd.
Página 61 - from hate away she threw, And saved my life, saying—" not you." Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, Fool'd by these rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within, and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay ? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge ? Is this thy body's end ? Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store...