The New Monthly Magazine and HumoristHenry Colburn, 1849 |
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Beliebte Passagen
Seite 48 - Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee — Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they ? Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since ; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts : — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play— Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Seite 48 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own...
Seite 48 - Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore j upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan — Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoflined, and unknown.
Seite 139 - Here and there a peak or ridge of grey quartz rock breaks through the smooth surface. Every one has heard of the climate of these regions; it may be compared to that which is experienced at the height of between one and two thousand feet, on the mountains of North Wales; having however less sunshine and less frost, but more wind and rain.
Seite 227 - ... with all his heart, with all his mind, with all his soul, and with all his strength...
Seite 28 - Good God ! how often are we to die before we go quite off this stage ? In every friend we lose a part of ourselves, and the best part. God keep those we have left ! few are worth praying for, and one's self the least of all.
Seite 101 - Wish she hadn't run off" (puff); " would like to have had a little more talk with her " (whiff, puff). " Women never look so well as when one comes in wet and dirty from hunting" (puff). He then sank silently back in the easy chair and whiffed and puffed all sorts of fantastic clouds and columns and corkscrews at his leisure. The cigar being finished, and the water in the foot-bath beginning to get cool, he emptied the remainder of the hot into it, and lighting a fresh cigar, began speculating on...
Seite 437 - Nothing can put them beside this, and they insist that, take a horse tired in traces and put him to work by the tail, he will draw better: quite fresh again. Indignant reader, this is no jest of mine, but cruel, stubborn, barbarous truth. It is so all over Cavan.
Seite 192 - Christ who redeemed your soul from hell, and died for you.' -After the sound had acted on his organs of hearing, and he had connected perhaps some ideas with it, tears began to flow from the dead man's eyes. Finally, when after a short prayer for his poor soul, they proceeded to hack off his head, the corpse uttered a screech, and turned and rolled just as if it had been alive — and the grave was full of blood.
Seite 243 - Now I further saw, that betwixt them and the gate was a river ; but there was no bridge to go over ; and the river was very deep. At the sight therefore of this river, the pilgrims were much stunned ; but the men that went with them said, You must go through, or you cannot come at the gate.