The Metropolitan Magazine, Volumen 14Saunders and Otley, 1835 |
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... returned to the small town at which he resided , and on his arrival he had been called upon by a gentleman who was of the Society of Friends , requesting that he would prescribe for a niece of his , who was on a visit at his house , and ...
... returned to the small town at which he resided , and on his arrival he had been called upon by a gentleman who was of the Society of Friends , requesting that he would prescribe for a niece of his , who was on a visit at his house , and ...
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... returning with interest the contumely I had lately received , and re - assuming as a right that position in society which I had held under false colours . I could not bear the idea of sinking at once into a tradesman , and probably ...
... returning with interest the contumely I had lately received , and re - assuming as a right that position in society which I had held under false colours . I could not bear the idea of sinking at once into a tradesman , and probably ...
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... returned the next day , expressing the most extravagant joy at the sight of the ponies , who , strange to say , were equally pleased , allowing him to put his paws upon them , and bark in their faces . But although the ponies were ...
... returned the next day , expressing the most extravagant joy at the sight of the ponies , who , strange to say , were equally pleased , allowing him to put his paws upon them , and bark in their faces . But although the ponies were ...
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... returned to the skirts of Etna , from which we had diverged a little , to visit Troina and Centorbi . We passed the night at Aderno , the ancient Hadra- num , which at present contains a population of five thousand souls . Plutarch ...
... returned to the skirts of Etna , from which we had diverged a little , to visit Troina and Centorbi . We passed the night at Aderno , the ancient Hadra- num , which at present contains a population of five thousand souls . Plutarch ...
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... returned scorn for scorn , and injury for injury - even wrong for wrong . I have been a sad dog , and that's the truth ; but- I have been forced to hunt , and to house , and to howl with dogs much worse than myself , and that's equally ...
... returned scorn for scorn , and injury for injury - even wrong for wrong . I have been a sad dog , and that's the truth ; but- I have been forced to hunt , and to house , and to howl with dogs much worse than myself , and that's equally ...
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Página 323 - See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Página 64 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Página 61 - Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep ! He hath awakened from the dream of life. Tis we who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings.
Página 60 - Grief made the young Spring wild, and she threw down Her kindling buds, as if she Autumn were, Or they dead leaves; since her delight is flown, For whom should she have waked the sullen year?
Página 64 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields or waves or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be; Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee; Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Página 363 - Picton, his Majesty has sustained the loss of an officer who has frequently distinguished himself in his service, and he fell gloriously leading his division to a charge with bayonets, by which one of the most serious attacks made by the enemy on our position was defeated.
Página 64 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine ; I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine. Chorus hymeneal, Or triumphal chaunt, Matched with thine would be all But an empty vaunt, — A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want.
Página 59 - O, weep for Adonais ! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head ! And thou, sad Hour, selected from all years To mourn our loss, rouse thy obscure compeers, And teach them thine own sorrow, say : with me Died Adonais ; till the Future dares Forget the Past, his fate and fame shall be An echo and a light unto eternity.
Página 55 - And yet to me welcome is day and night, Whether one breaks the hoar frost of the morn, Or starry, dim, and slow, the other climbs The leaden-coloured east; for then they lead The wingless, crawling hours, one among whom — As some dark Priest hales the reluctant victim — Shall drag thee, cruel King, to kiss the blood From these pale feet, which then might trample thee If they disdained not such a prostrate slave.
Página 63 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.