The Court Magazine and Belle Assemblée, Volume 2Edward Bull, 1833 - English literature |
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... give her evidence before the judge , she arose apparently wild and distracted , ignorant of what they asked , but willing to execute any order that might be given . Some friend whis- pered to her , that she was required to speak in ...
... give her evidence before the judge , she arose apparently wild and distracted , ignorant of what they asked , but willing to execute any order that might be given . Some friend whis- pered to her , that she was required to speak in ...
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... give way to her feel- ings , sometimes breaking forth into violent screams , at others pouring forth torrents of reproaches against the gods who , she said , had deprived her of all that she valued in the world . Suddenly she became ...
... give way to her feel- ings , sometimes breaking forth into violent screams , at others pouring forth torrents of reproaches against the gods who , she said , had deprived her of all that she valued in the world . Suddenly she became ...
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... give our readers some general idea of Goethe's peculiar and immense in- fluence over the literature of his country ; an influence continuous through all his own fluctuations of views and opinions ; and for this purpose we shall speak of ...
... give our readers some general idea of Goethe's peculiar and immense in- fluence over the literature of his country ; an influence continuous through all his own fluctuations of views and opinions ; and for this purpose we shall speak of ...
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... give thee one . Fie upon your custom . You rob ! -aye , you may frown , young bully , and strut like a peacock round a well - I say it at all risks , and in good current English , - you rob in order to make a gentleman of your school ...
... give thee one . Fie upon your custom . You rob ! -aye , you may frown , young bully , and strut like a peacock round a well - I say it at all risks , and in good current English , - you rob in order to make a gentleman of your school ...
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... give warning of the commencement of another day , his appre- hensions would dissipate , and his peace of mind return , without any fear of future inter- ruption . By this time she was undressed , and about to extinguish her light , when ...
... give warning of the commencement of another day , his appre- hensions would dissipate , and his peace of mind return , without any fear of future inter- ruption . By this time she was undressed , and about to extinguish her light , when ...
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Page 302 - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Page 304 - For in your beauty's orient deep These flowers, as in their causes, sleep. Ask me no more whither do stray The golden atoms of the day; For in pure love heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair. Ask me no more whither doth haste The nightingale when May is past; For in your sweet dividing throat She winters and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more where those stars 'light That downwards fall in dead of night; For in your eyes they sit, and there Fixed become as in their sphere. Ask me...
Page 304 - Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see The dew bespangling herb and tree.
Page 303 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Page 39 - Her finger was so small, the ring Would not stay on, which they did bring, It was too wide a peck : And to say truth (for out it must) It looked like the great collar (just) About our young colt's neck.
Page 304 - Ask me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty's orient deep These flowers, as in their causes, sleep. Ask me no more whither do stray The golden atoms of the day; For in pure love heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair. Ask me no more...
Page 56 - Your monument shall be my gentle verse, Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read, And tongues to be your being shall rehearse When all the breathers of this world are dead; You still shall live — such virtue hath my pen — Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.
Page 56 - Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall out-live this powerful rhyme ; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword, nor war's quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory. 'Gainst death and...
Page 303 - Growing on's cheek (but none knows how), With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin; All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me? THE SONGS OF BIRDS What bird so sings, yet so does wail? O 'tis the ravished nightingale. 'Jug, jug, jug, jug, tereu,' she cries, And still her woes at midnight rise.
Page 56 - Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room, Even in the eyes of all posterity That wear this world out to the ending doom. So till the judgment that yourself arise, You live in this, and dwell in lovers