The New Monthly Magazine, Volumen98Chapman and Hall (Adams and Francis; E.W. Allen), 1853 |
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Página 380 - A SIMPLE child That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death? I met a little cottage girl : She was eight years old, she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad ; Her eyes were fair, and very fair ; — Her beauty made me glad. " Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many...
Página 388 - I knew not whether from the good cause or the bad; darkness and lights; tempest and human faces; and at last, with the sense that all was lost, female forms, and the features that were worth all the world to me, and but a moment allowed, — and clasped hands, and heartbreaking partings, and then — everlasting farewells! and, with a sigh, such as the caves of hell sighed when the incestuous mother uttered the abhorred name of death, the sound was reverberated — everlasting farewells! and again,...
Página 31 - fore Gad, you must be civil! Plague on't ! 'tis past a jest — nay, prithee, pox ! Give her the hair." — He spoke, and rapp'd his box. " It grieves me much (replied the peer again) Who speaks so well should ever speak in vain : But by this lock, this sacred lock, I swear, (Which never more shall join its parted hair ; Which never more its honours shall renew, Clipp'd from the lovely head where late it grew) That, while my nostrils draw the vital air, This hand, which won it, shall for ever wear.
Página 31 - Who gave the ball, or paid the visit last; One speaks the glory of the British queen, And one describes a charming Indian screen; A third interprets motions, looks, and eyes; At every word a reputation dies.
Página 198 - They have the pale tint of flowers that blossomed in too retired a shade, — the coolness of a meditative habit, which diffuses itself through the feeling and observation of every sketch. Instead of passion there is sentiment ; and, even in what purport to be pictures of actual life, we have allegory, not always so warmly dressed in its habiliments of flesh and blood as to be taken into the reader's mind without a shiver.
Página 388 - I protest! that so awful was the transition from the damned crocodile, and the other unutterable monsters and abortions of my dreams, to the sight of innocent human natures and of infancy, that, in the mighty and sudden revulsion of mind, I wept, and could not forbear it, as I kissed their faces.
Página 198 - The book, if you would see anything in it, requires to be read in the clear, brown, twilight atmosphere in which it was written; if opened in the sunshine, it is apt to look exceedingly like a volume of blank pages.
Página 385 - Thou only givest these gifts to man; and thou hast the keys of Paradise, oh, just, subtle, and mighty opium ! INTRODUCTION TO THE PAINS OF OPIUM.
Página 32 - So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity That, when a soul is found sincerely so, A thousand liveried angels lackey her, Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt...