The New Monthly Magazine and Literary Journal, Volume 45Henry Colburn and Company, 1835 |
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Página 45
... miles around nothing could be seen but a dreary waste of sand , without so much as a green sod , or a tree , or even a rock , to relieve the eternal monotony of the scene . The sand was everywhere thrown up by the wind into heaps and ...
... miles around nothing could be seen but a dreary waste of sand , without so much as a green sod , or a tree , or even a rock , to relieve the eternal monotony of the scene . The sand was everywhere thrown up by the wind into heaps and ...
Página 88
... miles in every direction , was declared to be a wider field for the exercise of his extraordinary abilities , and accordingly he came amongst us to demonstrate that if the John of that name was a King in his way , the Robert was a Devil ...
... miles in every direction , was declared to be a wider field for the exercise of his extraordinary abilities , and accordingly he came amongst us to demonstrate that if the John of that name was a King in his way , the Robert was a Devil ...
Página 93
... miles of the metropolis , the extraordinary spectacle of four generations - consisting in the whole of twelve human beings - subsisting upon thirteen shillings a week , or something less than twopence a day each ! Such spectacles ...
... miles of the metropolis , the extraordinary spectacle of four generations - consisting in the whole of twelve human beings - subsisting upon thirteen shillings a week , or something less than twopence a day each ! Such spectacles ...
Página 135
... Miles , Esq . , of Phillimore - place , Kensington . At St. Peter's Church , Dublin , A. O. Moles- worth , Esq . , Captain in the Royal Artillery , and brother of Viscount Molesworth , to Grace Jane , daughter of the late Morgan Crofton ...
... Miles , Esq . , of Phillimore - place , Kensington . At St. Peter's Church , Dublin , A. O. Moles- worth , Esq . , Captain in the Royal Artillery , and brother of Viscount Molesworth , to Grace Jane , daughter of the late Morgan Crofton ...
Página 136
... miles- in Somersetshire the commitments were 616 , being as one to 656 of the popula tion , or one in every three square miles , thus showing that individual crime is greater in Somersetshire than in Dor- setshire in the proportion of ...
... miles- in Somersetshire the commitments were 616 , being as one to 656 of the popula tion , or one in every three square miles , thus showing that individual crime is greater in Somersetshire than in Dor- setshire in the proportion of ...
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Passagens conhecidas
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...