New Monthly Magazine, Volume 142 (Google eBook)

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Henry Colburn, 1868
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Page 166 - Stain my man's cheeks! No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both That all the world shall, I will do such things, What they are yet, I know not; but they shall be The terrors of the earth. You think I'll weep; No, I'll not weep: I have full cause of weeping; but this heart Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws Or ere I'll weep. O fool, I shall go mad!
Page 284 - 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...
Page 168 - Some feelings are to mortals given, With less of earth in them than heaven ; And if there be a human tear From passion's dross refined and clear, A tear so limpid and so meek, It would not stain an angel's cheek, 'Tis that which pious fathers shed Upon a duteous daughter's head...
Page 655 - What if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord, Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff That beetles o'er his base into the sea, And there assume some other horrible form, Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason And draw you into madness? think of it; The very place puts toys of desperation, Without more motive, into every brain That looks so many fathoms to the sea And hears it roar beneath.
Page 444 - And it shall come to pass in that day, that the LORD shall hiss for the fly that is in the uttermost part of the rivers of Egypt, and for the bee that is in the land of Assyria.
Page 446 - WOE to the land shadowing with wings, which is beyond the rivers of Ethiopia : that sendeth ambassadors by the sea, even in vessels of bulrushes upon the waters, saying, " Go, ye swift messengers, to a nation scattered and peeled, to a people terrible from their beginning hitherto ; a nation meted out and trodden down, whose land the rivers have spoiled...
Page 169 - O Lachrymarum fons, tenero sacros Ducentium ortus ex animo : quater Felix ! in imo qui scatentem Pectore te, pia Nympha, sensit." GRAY'S Poemata. THERE'S not a joy the world can give like that it takes away, When the glow of early thought declines in feeling's dull decay...
Page 35 - But we differ from ourselves less at sixty and sixteen, than the latter does from six. In that interval what had I not lost ! At the first period I knew nothing, understood nothing, discriminated nothing. I felt all, loved all wondered all Was nourished, I could not tell how I had left the temple a devotee, and was returned a rationalist.
Page 284 - Of one that loved not wisely but too well ; Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought Perplex'd in the extreme ; of one whose hand, Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away Richer than all his tribe ; of one whose subdued eyes, Albeit unused to the melting mood, Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their medicinal gum.
Page 585 - Come now, and let us reason together, saith the Lord : though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red as crimson, they shall be as wool.

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