Ainsworth's Magazine: A Miscellany of Romance, General Literature, & Art, Volumen6William Harrison Ainsworth Chapman and Hall, 1844 |
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... give the sequel of that adventure . For some time the valet did not discover that he was a prisoner , not having heard Proddy's manœuvre ; but at length , fancying all still , he tried to get out , and to his dismay , found the means of ...
... give the sequel of that adventure . For some time the valet did not discover that he was a prisoner , not having heard Proddy's manœuvre ; but at length , fancying all still , he tried to get out , and to his dismay , found the means of ...
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... Give me my gilders , I zay , " cried Mrs. Scales , rapping him with her fan . " I've done wid you . I'll go bag . " " Yas , give de lady her money , " cried Bimbelot , coming behind him , and trying to trip up his wooden leg . “ Ah , ah ...
... Give me my gilders , I zay , " cried Mrs. Scales , rapping him with her fan . " I've done wid you . I'll go bag . " " Yas , give de lady her money , " cried Bimbelot , coming behind him , and trying to trip up his wooden leg . “ Ah , ah ...
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... give her money . I saw him one day coming along the street , and I pointed him out to her , and asked her if he was the father of her child , as I knew he used to call and see her ? She answered that he was . " " And can you swear that ...
... give her money . I saw him one day coming along the street , and I pointed him out to her , and asked her if he was the father of her child , as I knew he used to call and see her ? She answered that he was . " " And can you swear that ...
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... give me my liberty ; or , now that I am allowed writing materials , I will commit them to paper while they are fresh in my memory . A LAPSE OF FORTY YEARS . BY MADAME DE CHATELAIN . " GREAT wits jump , " it is said — or , to use a more ...
... give me my liberty ; or , now that I am allowed writing materials , I will commit them to paper while they are fresh in my memory . A LAPSE OF FORTY YEARS . BY MADAME DE CHATELAIN . " GREAT wits jump , " it is said — or , to use a more ...
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... give summons to Artasia , ( ' Azáz , ) and that stronghold having been obtained possession of , through a revolt of its Christian inhabitants , the army marched for- wards towards Antioch , but they were encountered by the Turks at ...
... give summons to Artasia , ( ' Azáz , ) and that stronghold having been obtained possession of , through a revolt of its Christian inhabitants , the army marched for- wards towards Antioch , but they were encountered by the Turks at ...
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Ainsworth's Magazine: A Miscellany of Romance, General Literature ..., Volumen19 Vista completa - 1851 |
Términos y frases comunes
Aleppo Amanus ancient Antioch appeared arrived Auriol Baldred beauty Bimbelot brought called character church Colonel Commagena cried dead Doctor door Doyle duchess Duchess of Marlborough duke Euphrates exclaimed eyes father favour feeling French Gindarus give Guiscard hand Harley head heard heart honour horse hour Hugh Kate king Kurds lady living look lord madam Manesty Marlborough Masham miles mind morning nature never night occasion once Othello party passed passion Pat Doyle Patrick Doyle person PHAON plain Plumpton poet Polka Party poor present Proddy queen rejoined rendered replied returned river Roman round ruins Sacheverell Sandman SAPHO Savidge scene seemed serjeant shew side spirit stood Strabo Syria Tamworth thee Theocritus thing thou thought Tinker tion took town Turkomans turned Varnham village voice Westerwood wife woman words young
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Página 473 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine, Or what (though rare) of later age, Ennobled hath the buskined stage. But O, sad Virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower, Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what Love did seek.
Página 169 - Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears; Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Página 169 - And purple all the ground with vernal flowers. Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe and pale jessamine, The white pink and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears : Bid Amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffadillies fill their cups with tears...
Página 77 - ... violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright...
Página 168 - Return Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowrets of a thousand hues.
Página 471 - Ave Maria ! blessed be the hour ! The time, the clime, the spot, where I so oft Have felt that moment in its fullest power Sink o'er the earth so beautiful and soft, While swung the deep bell in the distant tower. Or the faint dying day-hymn stole aloft, And not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the forest leaves seem'd stirr'd with prayer.
Página 167 - Here be grapes, whose lusty blood Is the learned poet's good, Sweeter yet did never crown The head of Bacchus; nuts more brown Than the squirrel's teeth that crack them; Deign, oh fairest fair, to take them!
Página 79 - There, in the stocks of trees, white fays do dwell, And span-long elves that dance about a pool, With each a little changeling in their arms ! The airy spirits play with falling stars, And mount the sphere of fire, to kiss the moon ! While she sits reading by the glow-worm's light, Or rotten wood, o'er which the worm hath crept, The baneful schedule of her nocent charms, And binding characters, through which she wounds Her puppets, the Sigilla of her witchcraft.
Página 75 - But in the covert of the wood did byde, Beholding all, yet of them unespyde. There' he did see that pleased much his sight, That even he...
Página 260 - Then as a nimble squirrel from the wood, Ranging the hedges for his filbert-food, Sits pertly on a bough his brown nuts cracking, And from the shell the sweet white kernel taking, Till with their crooks and bags a sort of boys, To share with him, come with so great a noise That he is forced to leave a nut nigh broke, And for his life leap to a neighbour oak, Thence...