The Metropolitan Magazine, Volum 48Saunders and Otley, 1846 |
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Pàgina 2
... soul , glancing over future events , does not affright him with the bitterness of begging his bread from the stranger who will deny him , and will add to the refusal the biting word of a heart which seeks in vice a pretext for not being ...
... soul , glancing over future events , does not affright him with the bitterness of begging his bread from the stranger who will deny him , and will add to the refusal the biting word of a heart which seeks in vice a pretext for not being ...
Pàgina 6
... soul anticipates the sufferings of the future " — and continuing to prelude , she added , “ Iole , my child , sing the ballad of the Virgin Lucia . " " Oh , mother ! how can I ? my voice is choked— ” * See Passavanti , " Mirror of True ...
... soul anticipates the sufferings of the future " — and continuing to prelude , she added , “ Iole , my child , sing the ballad of the Virgin Lucia . " " Oh , mother ! how can I ? my voice is choked— ” * See Passavanti , " Mirror of True ...
Pàgina 7
... souls of the listeners were moved by a tremor of pleasure , like the trembling of the light on the rippling waters of a lake , a placid repose , an unexpected charm . Fool that I am ! what mortal tongue can explain the mysteries of ...
... souls of the listeners were moved by a tremor of pleasure , like the trembling of the light on the rippling waters of a lake , a placid repose , an unexpected charm . Fool that I am ! what mortal tongue can explain the mysteries of ...
Pàgina 8
... soul Învok'd the maid , still loved in death ; Lo ! o'er his pallid visage stole The softest sigh , the gentlest breath . Forgotten fetters , pain , and care , He gazed - there stood the cherished maid , With pure clear cheek , and ...
... soul Învok'd the maid , still loved in death ; Lo ! o'er his pallid visage stole The softest sigh , the gentlest breath . Forgotten fetters , pain , and care , He gazed - there stood the cherished maid , With pure clear cheek , and ...
Pàgina 22
... souls to corrupt , virtue to mock , vice to exercise , there is my country . Now for the epilogue : Rinaldo is becoming dangerous ; he has failed in his faith to me , and prudence demands that I should abandon him . " Thus meditating ...
... souls to corrupt , virtue to mock , vice to exercise , there is my country . Now for the epilogue : Rinaldo is becoming dangerous ; he has failed in his faith to me , and prudence demands that I should abandon him . " Thus meditating ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
admirable amusement Anselmo appearance arms BATTLE OF BENEVENTO beautiful black ram blessed called Canfranc Captain Caserta cavalier Charles Charles of Anjou Charles Stanley continued Count della Cerra Count of Anjou cried D'Angalone dark dear death deep demonio devil door earth Emir Emmeline English exclaimed eyes fancy Fanny father favour fear feel Funchal Giordano hand happiness head hear heard heart heaven honour hope hour human Jaca John the Baptist King ladies Lambroni Lancia light living look Madeira Maid of Artois Manfred Manfredino mind moral mountains mules murder nature never night noble passed patrona perhaps Portuguese puchero replied Rinaldo round Royal Gems Sancho Saracens scene Sir E. B. Sir Monk Sister Anne smile smugglers Somport soul spirit Swabia theatre thee things thou thought tion turned uncle Universal Parliament voice words young
Passatges populars
Pàgina 187 - O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength ; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant.
Pàgina 189 - HIIMANO capiti cervicem pictor equinam Jungere si velit, et varias inducere plumas Undique collatis membris, ut turpiter atrum Desinat in piscem mulier formosa superne, Spectatum admissi risum teneatis, amici...
Pàgina 437 - And shall we own such judgment? no— as soon Seek roses in December— ice in June; Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff; Believe a woman or an epitaph, Or any other thing that's false, before You trust in critics, who themselves are sore Or yield one single thought to be misled By Jeffrey's heart, or Lambe's Boeotian head.
Pàgina 193 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn ; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn : But my kisses bring again, , bring again, ' . -' Seals of love, but seal'd in vain.
Pàgina 71 - Ah me! for aught that ever I could read. Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth: But, either it was different in blood; Her.
Pàgina 306 - Clackitt has a very pretty talent, and a great deal of industry. SNAKE. True, madam, and has been tolerably successful in her day. To my knowledge, she has been the cause of six matches being broken off, and three sons being disinherited; of four forced elopements, and as many close confinements; nine separate maintenances, and two divorces.
Pàgina 306 - Pictures, like these, dear madam, to design, Asks no firm hand, and no unerring line ; Some...
Pàgina 193 - Than the soft myrtle; but man, proud man, Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assured, His glassy essence, like an angry ape, 120 Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven As make the angels weep; who, with our spleens, Would all themselves laugh mortal.
Pàgina 325 - Well, I'll not debate how far scandal may be allowable ; but in a man, I am sure, it is always contemptible. We have pride, envy, rivalship, and a thousand motives to depreciate each other; but the male slanderer must have the cowardice of a woman before he can traduce one.
Pàgina 107 - Had pluck'd himself that blossom small. " No flow'ret in a lady's dress, Where all beside is meet and bright, And she, in her own loveliness, Seems but another flower of light, Has aught so sacred or so dear, So touching to the gazer's sight, As that bright spot amongst the drear, That star amidst the gloom of night, — The flow'ret pluck'd by fingers rude, To cheer the beggar's solitude.