The Metropolitan Magazine, Volumen 54Saunders and Otley, 1849 |
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... leaving his late colleague ( Jules Favre ) in the lurch ; the result still doubtful . At the third trial , this time ... leaves their trade , their industry , and their tranquillity , at Letters from Paris , in 1848 . 27.
... leaving his late colleague ( Jules Favre ) in the lurch ; the result still doubtful . At the third trial , this time ... leaves their trade , their industry , and their tranquillity , at Letters from Paris , in 1848 . 27.
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... leaves it without that influence to which it is justly entitled . 66 United , " says the manifesto , " we shall be strong , nay , we shall be the strongest , and it will be our own fault if the rights of the majority shall hereafter ...
... leaves it without that influence to which it is justly entitled . 66 United , " says the manifesto , " we shall be strong , nay , we shall be the strongest , and it will be our own fault if the rights of the majority shall hereafter ...
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... leave him to his fate . This incident may , perhaps , account for General Cavaignac's unwonted heat in the Chamber yesterday- " There is in France one voice , perhaps one only , raised in favour of Monarchy ; there is my enemy , I ...
... leave him to his fate . This incident may , perhaps , account for General Cavaignac's unwonted heat in the Chamber yesterday- " There is in France one voice , perhaps one only , raised in favour of Monarchy ; there is my enemy , I ...
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... of all for ye I leave ; Or , when too late , such sacrifice's cost The heart may break , that cannot choose but grieve ! ( 60 ) THE ALCESTIS OF EURIPIDES . TRANSLATED BY The Stepmother . 59 The Step-Mother By Mrs Edward Thomas.
... of all for ye I leave ; Or , when too late , such sacrifice's cost The heart may break , that cannot choose but grieve ! ( 60 ) THE ALCESTIS OF EURIPIDES . TRANSLATED BY The Stepmother . 59 The Step-Mother By Mrs Edward Thomas.
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... leaves : She wept not , moaned not ; nor could coming ills Rob her soft skin of wonted loveliness . 200 Then , hasting to her chamber , there she paused And with fresh tears addressed her bridal bed : " O couch , first witness of my ...
... leaves : She wept not , moaned not ; nor could coming ills Rob her soft skin of wonted loveliness . 200 Then , hasting to her chamber , there she paused And with fresh tears addressed her bridal bed : " O couch , first witness of my ...
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Página 364 - Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD!
Página 311 - Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
Página 122 - I have not loved the world, nor the world me; I have not flatter'd its rank breath, nor bow'd To its idolatries a patient knee, Nor coin'd my cheek to smiles, nor cried aloud In worship of an echo; in the crowd They could not deem me one of such; I stood Among them, but not of them; in a shroud Of thoughts which were not their thoughts and still could, Had I not filed my mind, which thus itself subdued.
Página 256 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons...
Página 355 - In his steep course? So long he seems to pause On thy bald awful head, O sovran BLANC, The Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly; but thou, most awful Form! Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently! Around thee and above Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass: methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge! But...
Página 256 - To-day, my lord of Amiens and myself Did steal behind him, as he lay along Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood...
Página 311 - Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath borne me on his back a thousand times. And now how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.
Página 399 - There's a bower of roses by Bendemeer's stream, And the nightingale sings round it all the day long ; In the time of my childhood 'twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song.
Página 435 - Short upper lip— sweet lips ! that make us sigh Ever to have seen such ; for she was one Fit for the model of a statuary, (A race of mere impostors, when all's done — I've seen much finer women, ripe and real, Than all the nonsense of their stone ideal).
Página 178 - for he never sought it in the right place. The famous Fountain of Youth, if I am rightly informed, is situated in the southern part of the Floridian peninsula, not far from Lake Macaco. Its source is overshadowed by several gigantic magnolias, which, though numberless centuries old, have been kept as fresh as violets by the virtues of this wonderful water. An acquaintance of mine, knowing my curiosity in such matters, has sent me what you see in the vase.