The New Monthly Magazine and Literary Journal, Band 45Henry Colburn and Company, 1835 |
Im Buch
Ergebnisse 1-5 von 82
Seite 3
... turned to the left , descending to the Bosphorus , and Maimuna , who had ridden a little in advance during Job's unintelli- ble monologue , came galloping back to tell us that there was a corpse in the road . We quickened our pace , and ...
... turned to the left , descending to the Bosphorus , and Maimuna , who had ridden a little in advance during Job's unintelli- ble monologue , came galloping back to tell us that there was a corpse in the road . We quickened our pace , and ...
Seite 6
... turned my horse's head after him . " Signore ! " cried the gipsy from below . " What is it , Carissima ? " " Maimuna never goes back ! " t Silly child ! " I answered , " you are not going to cross the ravine ? " " Yes ! " was the reply ...
... turned my horse's head after him . " Signore ! " cried the gipsy from below . " What is it , Carissima ? " " Maimuna never goes back ! " t Silly child ! " I answered , " you are not going to cross the ravine ? " " Yes ! " was the reply ...
Seite 9
... turned back , and there was an erectness in her attitude , and a fierté in the air of her head , that , I must acknowledge , promised more for my fears than my wishes . Her pride was roused , it was easy with half a glance to see . With ...
... turned back , and there was an erectness in her attitude , and a fierté in the air of her head , that , I must acknowledge , promised more for my fears than my wishes . Her pride was roused , it was easy with half a glance to see . With ...
Seite 26
... turning to me ; but , Ellen , bring our children to my bed - side , and do you sit by me ; I would have you all see that I trusted in Christ to the last . " The woman turned away her head - the tears rolled rapidly over her cheeks and ...
... turning to me ; but , Ellen , bring our children to my bed - side , and do you sit by me ; I would have you all see that I trusted in Christ to the last . " The woman turned away her head - the tears rolled rapidly over her cheeks and ...
Seite 27
... turned back to the couch . Meanwhile some dozen prisoners , men and women , alarmed by the shrieks , had gathered in the room , and now stood round the bed . The thunder without continued rolling over the building - growing more ap ...
... turned back to the couch . Meanwhile some dozen prisoners , men and women , alarmed by the shrieks , had gathered in the room , and now stood round the bed . The thunder without continued rolling over the building - growing more ap ...
Andere Ausgaben - Alle anzeigen
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
admirable Algerine Algiers appearance Arabs beautiful believe better Bill Burnett Byron called Captain cent character colour Czartoryski daughter dear duty England English exclaimed eyes favour feeling feet France French gallons gentleman give Grace Gray green hand happy head heard heart hill Hobbleday honour human imagine interest Ireland Janissaries Jews John Kabyles lady Laforey land late line of beauty Little-Pedlington Liverpool living London look Lord Lord Byron Maimuna manner marriage Marshal Mortier ment miles mind Moorish nature never night noble observed once opinion Orange Lodges passed persons poet Poland poor present prison racter replied Rummins Russia scarcely scene seemed seen Shakspeare Sonnet Spain spirit sure sweet tell theatre thing thou thought tion town whole wife woman words young Zumalacarregui
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...