Burton's Gentleman's Magazine and American Monthly Review, Volumen1William Evans Burton, Edgar Allan Poe C. Alexander, 1837 |
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... matters , and how comfortable we could live together , Oh ! to be sure ! Mr. Salmon saw in the playbill who was to act here , and off he comes , helter - mistaken . I have no doubt she saw your goings on skelter , no matter what's to ...
... matters , and how comfortable we could live together , Oh ! to be sure ! Mr. Salmon saw in the playbill who was to act here , and off he comes , helter - mistaken . I have no doubt she saw your goings on skelter , no matter what's to ...
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... matters of coats and trousers among his officers , and rather a good sort of devil - may - care fellow among his men ; but , among the women , he was a devil and an angel , synonymous terms in intrigue ; and , I confess , his do- ings ...
... matters of coats and trousers among his officers , and rather a good sort of devil - may - care fellow among his men ; but , among the women , he was a devil and an angel , synonymous terms in intrigue ; and , I confess , his do- ings ...
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... matters ; and , in the from a revolt , ensued a revolution ; the benches were torn up , and a party of ruffians ... matter for as many vo- lumes as Lopez de Vega wrote , and I reserve my me- moirs for the highest bidder , following ...
... matters ; and , in the from a revolt , ensued a revolution ; the benches were torn up , and a party of ruffians ... matter for as many vo- lumes as Lopez de Vega wrote , and I reserve my me- moirs for the highest bidder , following ...
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... matter over a can o ' grog , and we concluded not to disgrace our flag , but to stand up for the honour of Old England . Well , when the scrimmage begon , the landlubbers called out to us to retreat . damned first , " says , and Bill ...
... matter over a can o ' grog , and we concluded not to disgrace our flag , but to stand up for the honour of Old England . Well , when the scrimmage begon , the landlubbers called out to us to retreat . damned first , " says , and Bill ...
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... matters of pounds and dollars , but in trifling affairs of shillings and cents . When receiving one thousand dollars for his exertions , he has been known to refuse procedure unless furnished with a glass of negus at the manager's ...
... matters of pounds and dollars , but in trifling affairs of shillings and cents . When receiving one thousand dollars for his exertions , he has been known to refuse procedure unless furnished with a glass of negus at the manager's ...
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Página 92 - The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel, But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledged comrade.
Página 266 - I will take from them the voice of mirth, and the voice of gladness, the voice of the bridegroom, and the voice of the bride, the sound of the millstones, and the light of the candle.
Página 131 - Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Página 262 - Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone: And yet no further than a wanton's bird; Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty.
Página 410 - Twas in the calm and silent night ; The senator of haughty Rome, Impatient, urged his chariot's flight, From lordly revel rolling home ; Triumphal arches, gleaming, swell His breast with thoughts of boundless sway : What recked the Roman what befell A paltry province far away In the solemn midnight, Centuries ago?
Página 328 - And what is friendship but a name, A charm that lulls to sleep ; A shade that follows wealth or fame, But leaves the wretch to weep...
Página 400 - Require the borrow'd gloss of art? Speak not of fate: ah! change the theme, And talk of odours, talk of wine, Talk of the flowers that round us bloom: Tis all a cloud, 'tis all a dream; To love and joy thy thoughts confine, Nor hope to pierce the sacred gloom.
Página 409 - How keen the stars! his only thought; The air how calm and cold and thin, •In the solemn midnight Centuries ago ! O strange indifference! — low and high Drowsed over common joys and cares: The earth was still — but knew not why; The world was listening — unawares. How calm a moment may precede One that shall thrill the world for ever! To that still moment none would heed, Man's doom was linked, no more to sever, In the solemn midnight Centuries ago.
Página 400 - That rosy cheek, that lily hand, Would give thy poet more delight Than all Bocara's vaunted gold, Than all the gems of Samarcand. Boy, let yon liquid ruby flow, And bid thy pensive heart be glad, Whate'er the frowning zealots say : Tell them, their Eden cannot show A stream so clear as Rocnabad, A bower so sweet as Mosellay.
Página 400 - Tartars seize their destined prey. In vain with love our bosoms glow : Can all our tears, can all our sighs, New lustre to those charms impart ? Can cheeks, where living roses blow, Where nature spreads her richest dyes...