The New Monthly Magazine and Literary Journal, Volume 45Henry Colburn and Company, 1835 |
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... night , in which poor Ellen's dreams had been hardly less stormy than the bellowing waves that ever and anon wakened her as they dashed under the windows , the lonely and unhappy girl approached her casement and gazed upon the ocean ...
... night , in which poor Ellen's dreams had been hardly less stormy than the bellowing waves that ever and anon wakened her as they dashed under the windows , the lonely and unhappy girl approached her casement and gazed upon the ocean ...
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... night , and declaring himself , then and there kick out the intruder . " The justice of it pleases me , " quoth and quoted Mathews : and together they went , paid for admission , and entered the place ; the hero of a thousand at homes ...
... night , and declaring himself , then and there kick out the intruder . " The justice of it pleases me , " quoth and quoted Mathews : and together they went , paid for admission , and entered the place ; the hero of a thousand at homes ...
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... night . in the strict old pilgrim way ; think a great deal of deacons ; sing psalms in the genuine New England read - a - line - and - sing - a - line fashion ; and make it a point to plant their potatoes in the same holes where their ...
... night . in the strict old pilgrim way ; think a great deal of deacons ; sing psalms in the genuine New England read - a - line - and - sing - a - line fashion ; and make it a point to plant their potatoes in the same holes where their ...
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... night hideous , " or frightening the children of some lonely farm - house , who were not familiar with the appearance of the " horrible tawnys . " deed , the sight of one of these people was enough to startle any man at the first glance ...
... night hideous , " or frightening the children of some lonely farm - house , who were not familiar with the appearance of the " horrible tawnys . " deed , the sight of one of these people was enough to startle any man at the first glance ...
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... night the spirit of myy to the actor , oke the calumet for the last fairror is held up is finished ; and now I go . " pernatura a that de tals , but w ni a me alienum from his eyes as he uttered cts any portion of ice were strangely ...
... night the spirit of myy to the actor , oke the calumet for the last fairror is held up is finished ; and now I go . " pernatura a that de tals , but w ni a me alienum from his eyes as he uttered cts any portion of ice were strangely ...
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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...