The Metropolitan, Τόμος 52James Cochrane, 1848 |
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Σελίδα 17
... heart , that it should turn to stone . The Maharajah's blood is yet alive within the land- Oh , may it cheer the warrior's heart , and guide the warrior's hand ! Rest , Lion , rest and lest the branch prove traitor to the stem , The ...
... heart , that it should turn to stone . The Maharajah's blood is yet alive within the land- Oh , may it cheer the warrior's heart , and guide the warrior's hand ! Rest , Lion , rest and lest the branch prove traitor to the stem , The ...
Σελίδα 41
... heart of Menes ; He is all goodness , far above my merit . When he returned from the Ethiopian war , With captive princes at his chariot wheels , The conqueror moved godlike ; and yet so meek , And mild and modest , that he blushing ...
... heart of Menes ; He is all goodness , far above my merit . When he returned from the Ethiopian war , With captive princes at his chariot wheels , The conqueror moved godlike ; and yet so meek , And mild and modest , that he blushing ...
Σελίδα 59
... heart was full , for he heard sobs all around him , and he was parting from all he had ever loved . And yet the inherent pride of his heart kept the tears from swelling up to his eyes : nay , he even smiled around him as he passed out ...
... heart was full , for he heard sobs all around him , and he was parting from all he had ever loved . And yet the inherent pride of his heart kept the tears from swelling up to his eyes : nay , he even smiled around him as he passed out ...
Σελίδα 63
... heart he crept to the door , and looked over the balustrade ; everything was quiet , the ser- vants had evidently retired to rest , for it was in reality nearly midnight ; and so Herbert , after lingering for a moment en- deavouring to ...
... heart he crept to the door , and looked over the balustrade ; everything was quiet , the ser- vants had evidently retired to rest , for it was in reality nearly midnight ; and so Herbert , after lingering for a moment en- deavouring to ...
Σελίδα 73
... heart was as dry and withered , and passionless as a mummy's . It was a relief that at that moment Lucy Dennison's bright , happy face beamed upon her , and Lucy's voice in the sweetest of tones cried out , " Dear Miss Clarendon , do ...
... heart was as dry and withered , and passionless as a mummy's . It was a relief that at that moment Lucy Dennison's bright , happy face beamed upon her , and Lucy's voice in the sweetest of tones cried out , " Dear Miss Clarendon , do ...
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Σελίδα 354 - 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.
Σελίδα 164 - 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.
Σελίδα 171 - 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.
Σελίδα 172 - 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.
Σελίδα 303 - There, in the tranquil evenings of summer, when brightly the sunset Lighted the village street, and gilded the vanes on the chimneys, Matrons and maidens sat in snow-white caps, and in kirtles Scarlet and blue and green, with distaffs spinning the golden Flax for the gossiping looms, whose noisy shuttles within doors Mingled their sound with the whir of the wheels and the songs of the maidens.
Σελίδα 304 - Neither locks had they to their doors, nor bars to their windows; But their dwellings were open as day and the hearts of the owners; There the richest was poor, and the poorest lived in abundance.
Σελίδα 307 - 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?
Σελίδα 345 - 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.
Σελίδα 303 - Lay in the fruitful valley. Vast meadows stretched to the eastward, Giving the village its name, and pasture to flocks without number.
Σελίδα 173 - Her voice was ever soft, Gentle, and low, — an excellent thing in woman.