New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register, כרך 157

כריכה קדמית
Henry Colburn, 1875
 

מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל

מונחים וביטויים נפוצים

קטעים בולטים

עמוד 422 - Let knowledge grow from more to more, But more of reverence in us dwell; That mind and soul, according well, May make one music as before, But vaster.
עמוד 569 - I've seen around me fall, Like leaves in wintry weather, I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed.
עמוד 125 - The man that hails you Tom or Jack, And proves by thumps upon your back How he esteems your merit, Is such a friend, that one had need Be very much his friend indeed, To pardon or to bear it.
עמוד 568 - Oft, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me : The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me.
עמוד 78 - God is a Spirit, and must be worshipped in spirit and in truth.
עמוד 207 - The storm is changed into a calm, At His command and will ; So that the waves which raged before Now quiet are and still ! Then are they glad, — because at rest And quiet now they be : So to the haven He them brings Which they desired to see.
עמוד 353 - What is sauce for the goose should be sauce for the gander.
עמוד 388 - Wherefore I praised the dead which are already dead more than the living which are yet alive. Yea, better is he than both they, which hath not yet been, who hath not seen the evil work that is done under the sun.
עמוד 66 - Ton sun that rises from the sea Shall rise on me no more ! Albeit that here in London town It is my fate to die — Oh carry me to Northumberland, In my father's grave to lie. There chant my solemn requiem In Hexham's holy towers ; And let six maids of fair Tynedale Scatter my grave with flowers.
עמוד 207 - The consternation and astonishment of all people,' writes Fauconberg, ' are inexpressible ; their hearts seem as if sunk within them. My poor wife, — I know not what on earth to do with her. When seemingly quieted, she bursts out again into a passion that tears her very heart in pieces.

מידע ביבליוגרפי