The New Monthly Magazine and Literary Journal, 第 45 卷 |
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... now and then - so correct in all respectsI am sure I should profit by it , Mister . -
Now — there is your portrait : as like you as one pea is to another , Mister . ” " Yes
, ” said I , 6 it is like ; but isn ' t the head thrown rather too much backwards ?
... now and then - so correct in all respectsI am sure I should profit by it , Mister . -
Now — there is your portrait : as like you as one pea is to another , Mister . ” " Yes
, ” said I , 6 it is like ; but isn ' t the head thrown rather too much backwards ?
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We hear thy “ no , ” and feel that thou pattest us on the head . Enough . Dear
Spirit , that head will be pillowed even as thine is , ere it forgets to reverence the
purity of thy nature . - L . B . ] THAT TWO HEADS ARE BETTER THAN ONE .
We hear thy “ no , ” and feel that thou pattest us on the head . Enough . Dear
Spirit , that head will be pillowed even as thine is , ere it forgets to reverence the
purity of thy nature . - L . B . ] THAT TWO HEADS ARE BETTER THAN ONE .
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that two heads are better than one . But even a schoolboy will not be ... yclept
Advice Gratis ! Happy too , that thy Milton was vain enough to think his own head
as worthy of trust as the heads of two of his critics , and to fancy he could hear the
...
that two heads are better than one . But even a schoolboy will not be ... yclept
Advice Gratis ! Happy too , that thy Milton was vain enough to think his own head
as worthy of trust as the heads of two of his critics , and to fancy he could hear the
...
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He lifted his hat , at arm ' s length , from his head , and , in stooping , almost swept
the ground with it . On turning to look after him , found that this act of politeness
was not intended as a singular compliment to me , for that he did the same thing ...
He lifted his hat , at arm ' s length , from his head , and , in stooping , almost swept
the ground with it . On turning to look after him , found that this act of politeness
was not intended as a singular compliment to me , for that he did the same thing ...
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I said , ' twas sad to see such head Laid lowly in so rude a bed ; Eyes long
accustomed to unclose Where sighed the lute , where breathed the rose , Not for
the lack of state or gold , But for the history which it told . The youthful sleeper ...
I said , ' twas sad to see such head Laid lowly in so rude a bed ; Eyes long
accustomed to unclose Where sighed the lute , where breathed the rose , Not for
the lack of state or gold , But for the history which it told . The youthful sleeper ...
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第 56 頁 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell: Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so, That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
第 63 頁 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights, Then in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
第 65 頁 - To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers' pride, Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd In process of the seasons have I seen, Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd, Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. Ah ! yet...
第 49 頁 - And summer's lease hath all too short a date ; Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd ; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd. But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest ; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growest.
第 59 頁 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
第 63 頁 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
第 56 頁 - Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe. O, if...
第 51 頁 - ... an inward prompting which now grew daily upon me, that by labour and intense study (which I take to be my portion in this life), joined with the strong propensity of nature, I might perhaps leave something so written to after times as they should not willingly let it die.
第 61 頁 - Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, Although she knows my days are past the best, Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue: On both sides thus is simple truth suppress'd.
第 61 頁 - from hate away she threw, And saved my life, saying—" not you." Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, Fool'd by these rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within, and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay ? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge ? Is this thy body's end ? Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store...