The New Monthly Magazine and Literary Journal, Volume 45Henry Colburn and Company, 1835 - English literature |
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... opinions , we are not disposed to allow but one half of their truth . We will allow that it is well not to interfere ... opinion will in time be that of the old , and in the meanwhile its warmth gradually diffuses itself . A singular ...
... opinions , we are not disposed to allow but one half of their truth . We will allow that it is well not to interfere ... opinion will in time be that of the old , and in the meanwhile its warmth gradually diffuses itself . A singular ...
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... opinion that this is owing to the genius loci : there is a spell about the spot - a hallowing charm - which dooms it to remain a special remem- brance of the days of the Red Men . This valley was once the seat of empire of a powerful ...
... opinion that this is owing to the genius loci : there is a spell about the spot - a hallowing charm - which dooms it to remain a special remem- brance of the days of the Red Men . This valley was once the seat of empire of a powerful ...
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... opinion , and the impartiality of a future generation . " The result in both cases has been sanctioned by an admiring , a wondering , and most grateful posterity . And the course in each case was wisely ordered and tempered . For a ...
... opinion , and the impartiality of a future generation . " The result in both cases has been sanctioned by an admiring , a wondering , and most grateful posterity . And the course in each case was wisely ordered and tempered . For a ...
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... opinion , quotes one sonnet which bears quite a different reference , and does not quote that one which characterizes the intrinsically humiliating tendency of acting , apart from any ill de- servings of its professors . Although I have ...
... opinion , quotes one sonnet which bears quite a different reference , and does not quote that one which characterizes the intrinsically humiliating tendency of acting , apart from any ill de- servings of its professors . Although I have ...
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... opinion that passeth it . A man shall have such a confused mixture of judgment poured out in the throng there , as ridiculous as laughter itself . One says he likes not the writing , another likes not the plot , another not the playing ...
... opinion that passeth it . A man shall have such a confused mixture of judgment poured out in the throng there , as ridiculous as laughter itself . One says he likes not the writing , another likes not the plot , another not the playing ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...