The Metropolitan Magazine, Band 52Saunders and Otley, 1848 |
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... comes . His frown is death . His smile is yet more dreadful , For that is death with torture . In the morning Men watch his first look , for ' tis ominous Of the day's colour . Then death is busy . Has his rest been broken ? Second ...
... comes . His frown is death . His smile is yet more dreadful , For that is death with torture . In the morning Men watch his first look , for ' tis ominous Of the day's colour . Then death is busy . Has his rest been broken ? Second ...
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... comes : And with him one unknown . His face is hidden , But his high mien speaks him of noble birth . Proselytes . Menes . Pheron . Pheron . I bring you , brethren , an illustrious convert To the true worship , -Menes , heir of Egypt ...
... comes : And with him one unknown . His face is hidden , But his high mien speaks him of noble birth . Proselytes . Menes . Pheron . Pheron . I bring you , brethren , an illustrious convert To the true worship , -Menes , heir of Egypt ...
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... comes . His frown is death . His smile is yet more dreadful , For that is death with torture . In the morning Men watch his first look , for ' tis ominous Of the day's colour . Has his rest been broken ? Then death is busy . Second ...
... comes . His frown is death . His smile is yet more dreadful , For that is death with torture . In the morning Men watch his first look , for ' tis ominous Of the day's colour . Has his rest been broken ? Then death is busy . Second ...
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... comes : And with him one unknown . His face is hidden , But his high mien speaks him of noble birth . Menes . Pheron . Proselytes . Menes . Pheron . - I bring you , brethren , an illustrious convert To the true worship , -Menes , heir ...
... comes : And with him one unknown . His face is hidden , But his high mien speaks him of noble birth . Menes . Pheron . Proselytes . Menes . Pheron . - I bring you , brethren , an illustrious convert To the true worship , -Menes , heir ...
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... comes his power ? How does the grovelling slave Outstretch our skill so far , bridle the hurricane , And hang a curtain on the very sun ? Jambres . - How , I know not . But that his God is mighty , Far beyond ours , his dreadful deeds ...
... comes his power ? How does the grovelling slave Outstretch our skill so far , bridle the hurricane , And hang a curtain on the very sun ? Jambres . - How , I know not . But that his God is mighty , Far beyond ours , his dreadful deeds ...
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Seite 334 - DUKE'S PALACE. [Enter DUKE, CURIO, LORDS; MUSICIANS attending.] DUKE. If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Seite 162 - Why have my sisters husbands, if they say They love you all? Haply, when I shall wed, That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry Half my love with him, half my care and duty. Sure I shall never marry like my sisters, To love my father all.
Seite 295 - Died on his lips, and their motion revealed what his tongue would have spoken. Vainly he strove to rise ; and Evangeline, kneeling beside him, Kissed his dying lips, and laid his head on her bosom. Sweet was the light of his eyes ; but it suddenly sank into darkness, As when a lamp is blown out by a gust of wind at a casement.
Seite 169 - O my dear father ! Restoration, hang Thy medicine on my lips ; and let this kiss Repair those violent harms, that my two sisters Have in thy reverence made ! Kent.
Seite 294 - Many a languid head, upraised as Evangeline entered, Turned on its pillow of pain to gaze while she passed, for her presence Fell on their hearts like a ray of the sun on the walls of a prison.
Seite 170 - Lear. Be your tears wet ? yes, faith. I pray, weep not : If you have poison for me I will drink it. I know you do not love me ; for your sisters Have, as I do remember, done me wrong : You have some cause, they have not. Cor. No cause, no cause.
Seite 286 - Rose from a hundred hearths, the homes of peace and contentment. Thus dwelt together in love these simple Acadian farmers, — Dwelt in the love of God and of man. Alike were they free from Fear, that reigns with the tyrant, and envy, the vice of republics.
Seite 161 - Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth : I love your majesty According to my bond ; nor more nor less.
Seite 289 - What is this that ye do, my children? what madness has seized you? Forty years of my life have I labored among you, and taught you, Not in word alone, but in deed, to love one another ! Is this the fruit of my toils, of my vigils and prayers and privations?
Seite 325 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.