The New Monthly Magazine and Literary Journal, Volume 45Henry Colburn and Company, 1835 |
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... tell us , and we have been as apt to believe , that if a man makes but one false step - errs egregiously only once - discovers igno- rance or infirmity upon a single point - the world never fails to cry out , " Just like him ; we always ...
... tell us , and we have been as apt to believe , that if a man makes but one false step - errs egregiously only once - discovers igno- rance or infirmity upon a single point - the world never fails to cry out , " Just like him ; we always ...
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... tell much to my advantage , that this truth first flashed upon me within the walls of a prison - that it was when I had been merged as it were into the pressing difficulties of poverty , and learned how hard a thing it is to want ...
... tell much to my advantage , that this truth first flashed upon me within the walls of a prison - that it was when I had been merged as it were into the pressing difficulties of poverty , and learned how hard a thing it is to want ...
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... telling her that I would return in an hour or two - and first bidding her pray to God , according to the dictates of her own heart and conscience , to calm for her the troubled waters of affliction , and enable her to support her trials ...
... telling her that I would return in an hour or two - and first bidding her pray to God , according to the dictates of her own heart and conscience , to calm for her the troubled waters of affliction , and enable her to support her trials ...
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... tell for what ; -he did not even know by whom . On the back of the writ upon which he was taken was the name of Miller , but he knew nobody of that name . The attorney who had issued the writ was not to be found , and , as far as that ...
... tell for what ; -he did not even know by whom . On the back of the writ upon which he was taken was the name of Miller , but he knew nobody of that name . The attorney who had issued the writ was not to be found , and , as far as that ...
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... Tell Mr. Murphy if justice instead of law had been consulted , he would not have gone to the bar , but have been sent to it . " This , as it impugned Murphy's character , called for explanation . Murdering a Moor " was the crime imputed ...
... Tell Mr. Murphy if justice instead of law had been consulted , he would not have gone to the bar , but have been sent to it . " This , as it impugned Murphy's character , called for explanation . Murdering a Moor " was the crime imputed ...
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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...