Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volum 33W. Blackwood & Sons, 1833 |
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Pàgina 60
... thou wert stricken pangless to the tomb , In the first transport of thy conscious might . Why dwell we on the praise thou might'st have won , Had thy young promise ripen'd ! Had the man , Maturing in the beam of Glory's sun , Been ...
... thou wert stricken pangless to the tomb , In the first transport of thy conscious might . Why dwell we on the praise thou might'st have won , Had thy young promise ripen'd ! Had the man , Maturing in the beam of Glory's sun , Been ...
Pàgina 90
... thou it ? Thither ! O thither ! Might I with thee - O , my beloved one ! -go ! Know you the House , with its Chambers so bright- The Roof rests on Columns , the Hall gleams with Light- And Marble Statues stand and look on me ; - " What ...
... thou it ? Thither ! O thither ! Might I with thee - O , my beloved one ! -go ! Know you the House , with its Chambers so bright- The Roof rests on Columns , the Hall gleams with Light- And Marble Statues stand and look on me ; - " What ...
Pàgina 110
... thou no fear of the wrath of your father , whose form I often see gloomily re- posing beneath the shadow of the stately palm - tree which he loved the most - fearest thou not , that rushing from the land of spirits , he blasts thee to ...
... thou no fear of the wrath of your father , whose form I often see gloomily re- posing beneath the shadow of the stately palm - tree which he loved the most - fearest thou not , that rushing from the land of spirits , he blasts thee to ...
Pàgina 122
... Thou the lone one's aid- Save thy child ! Many a swift and sounding plume Homewards , through the boding gloom , O'er my way hath flitted fast , Since the farewell sunbeam pass'd From the chestnut's ruddy bark , And the pools , now low ...
... Thou the lone one's aid- Save thy child ! Many a swift and sounding plume Homewards , through the boding gloom , O'er my way hath flitted fast , Since the farewell sunbeam pass'd From the chestnut's ruddy bark , And the pools , now low ...
Pàgina 129
... Thou art Hermione ; or rather thou art she In thy not chiding , for she was as tender As infancy and grace . Thus she stood , Even with such life of majesty , ( warm life , As now it coldly stands , ) when first I woo'd her ! " The ...
... Thou art Hermione ; or rather thou art she In thy not chiding , for she was as tender As infancy and grace . Thus she stood , Even with such life of majesty , ( warm life , As now it coldly stands , ) when first I woo'd her ! " The ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 147 - Pray, do not mock me. I am a very foolish fond old man, Fourscore and upward, not an hour more nor less; And, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks I should know you, and know this man; Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant What place this is; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For (as I am a man) I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
Pàgina 386 - The expectancy and rose of the fair state, The glass of fashion, and the mould of form, The observ'd of all observers ! quite, quite down ! And I, of ladies most deject and wretched, That suck'd the honey of his music vows, Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh...
Pàgina 391 - Must there no more be done ? We should profane the service of the dead To sing a requiem, and such rest to her, As to peace-parted souls. Laer. Lay her i...
Pàgina 535 - Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat — Come hither, come hither, come hither! Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i' the sun, Seeking the food he eats And pleased with what he gets — Come hither, come hither, come hither!
Pàgina 147 - O, look upon me, sir, And hold your hands in benediction o'er me: No, sir, you must not kneel.
Pàgina 535 - Ay, now am I in Arden ; the more fool I ; when I was at home, I was in a better place : but travellers must be content.
Pàgina 148 - Thou'dst meet the bear i' the mouth. When the mind's free The body's delicate; the tempest in my mind Doth from my senses take all feeling else Save what beats there.
Pàgina 123 - Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth : I love your majesty According to my bond ; nor more nor less.
Pàgina 433 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast, Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge. And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deaf ning clamours in the slippery clouds...
Pàgina 149 - I was many years ago so shocked by Cordelia's death that I know not whether I ever endured to read again the last scenes of the play till I undertook to revise them as an editor.