The Court Magazine and Belle Assemblée, Volume 2Edward Bull, 1833 - English literature |
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... fear fell coldly upon me , for it is against your caste for woman to venture on your thoughts . " " Feared ! caste ! what words are these , my Sita ? dust be upon my house ! Am I to make no sacrifice for you - who have given up the ...
... fear fell coldly upon me , for it is against your caste for woman to venture on your thoughts . " " Feared ! caste ! what words are these , my Sita ? dust be upon my house ! Am I to make no sacrifice for you - who have given up the ...
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... fear causes you to exaggerate . In this , the Satya Yuga ( age of peace ) , your hero can have no opportunity of displaying his uncommon prowess . Describe him to me , and I will judge if he is worthy of being ranked amongst the young ...
... fear causes you to exaggerate . In this , the Satya Yuga ( age of peace ) , your hero can have no opportunity of displaying his uncommon prowess . Describe him to me , and I will judge if he is worthy of being ranked amongst the young ...
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... fears she had herself created , she remained awake until the dawning of the day , when she knew Madhoo Row had determined to leave the house bent upon an attack upon the smugglers . While he was in the act of priming a pair of English ...
... fears she had herself created , she remained awake until the dawning of the day , when she knew Madhoo Row had determined to leave the house bent upon an attack upon the smugglers . While he was in the act of priming a pair of English ...
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... fear that the slightest whisper would be lost . Every eye was fixed either on the prisoner or the witness , every nerve upon the stretch ; their breathings even restrained to catch the answer to the question upon which life or death ...
... fear that the slightest whisper would be lost . Every eye was fixed either on the prisoner or the witness , every nerve upon the stretch ; their breathings even restrained to catch the answer to the question upon which life or death ...
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... fear . He saw his danger now ; it was im- possible Luchsmi Sita could prove the alibi , and of this he was aware , and of the injury her strict examination would most likely do his cause . But he was saved the pain of having himself ...
... fear . He saw his danger now ; it was im- possible Luchsmi Sita could prove the alibi , and of this he was aware , and of the injury her strict examination would most likely do his cause . But he was saved the pain of having himself ...
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Page 302 - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Page 304 - For in your beauty's orient deep These flowers, as in their causes, sleep. Ask me no more whither do stray The golden atoms of the day; For in pure love heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair. Ask me no more whither doth haste The nightingale when May is past; For in your sweet dividing throat She winters and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more where those stars 'light That downwards fall in dead of night; For in your eyes they sit, and there Fixed become as in their sphere. Ask me...
Page 304 - Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see The dew bespangling herb and tree.
Page 303 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Page 39 - Her finger was so small, the ring Would not stay on, which they did bring, It was too wide a peck : And to say truth (for out it must) It looked like the great collar (just) About our young colt's neck.
Page 304 - Ask me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty's orient deep These flowers, as in their causes, sleep. Ask me no more whither do stray The golden atoms of the day; For in pure love heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair. Ask me no more...
Page 56 - Your monument shall be my gentle verse, Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read, And tongues to be your being shall rehearse When all the breathers of this world are dead; You still shall live — such virtue hath my pen — Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.
Page 56 - Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall out-live this powerful rhyme ; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword, nor war's quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory. 'Gainst death and...
Page 303 - Growing on's cheek (but none knows how), With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin; All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me? THE SONGS OF BIRDS What bird so sings, yet so does wail? O 'tis the ravished nightingale. 'Jug, jug, jug, jug, tereu,' she cries, And still her woes at midnight rise.
Page 56 - Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room, Even in the eyes of all posterity That wear this world out to the ending doom. So till the judgment that yourself arise, You live in this, and dwell in lovers