The New Monthly Belle Assemblée, Volumen32Joseph Rogerson, 1850 |
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... old bachelor on the loss of his game of Patience . " I never could have supposed such a thing of Cranfield , " said Mr. Jameson . " I should THE NEW YEAR CHIMES AT MID- NIGHT . BY MRS THE EMBROIDERED HANDKERCHIEFS BY MRS ABDY.
... old bachelor on the loss of his game of Patience . " I never could have supposed such a thing of Cranfield , " said Mr. Jameson . " I should THE NEW YEAR CHIMES AT MID- NIGHT . BY MRS THE EMBROIDERED HANDKERCHIEFS BY MRS ABDY.
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... night about faithless lovers and forsaken maids ; the deaf old bachelor dreamed of piques , repiques , and ear - trumpets ; and Mary Moreton dreamed of playing a long protracted game of Patience , which she won at last , the stake for ...
... night about faithless lovers and forsaken maids ; the deaf old bachelor dreamed of piques , repiques , and ear - trumpets ; and Mary Moreton dreamed of playing a long protracted game of Patience , which she won at last , the stake for ...
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... night constantly depicted to him Alice em- ployed in the act of dissolving pearls in vinegar , and lighting tapers with bank notes , and in the Alice left the room , and after wearying Cran - morning he resolved on sending to Mr. Dorien ...
... night constantly depicted to him Alice em- ployed in the act of dissolving pearls in vinegar , and lighting tapers with bank notes , and in the Alice left the room , and after wearying Cran - morning he resolved on sending to Mr. Dorien ...
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... night ; and on leaving the room , turned back , begging her to remember that she had not been the first to name Rose- madoc ! Thus , then , Mauricette was placed beyond all doubt ; it could be no other than Agatha's bro- ther , that ...
... night ; and on leaving the room , turned back , begging her to remember that she had not been the first to name Rose- madoc ! Thus , then , Mauricette was placed beyond all doubt ; it could be no other than Agatha's bro- ther , that ...
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... night - bird's moans Were mingled with the reaper's song , and stock - The dove's plaintive tones . That was a blessed , happy time ! The wild - bird on the bough Was not more blithe than I was then ; but that's Their good old times ...
... night - bird's moans Were mingled with the reaper's song , and stock - The dove's plaintive tones . That was a blessed , happy time ! The wild - bird on the bough Was not more blithe than I was then ; but that's Their good old times ...
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Página 105 - OH for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more...
Página 181 - Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day, Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Página 181 - From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul cannot resist — A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles rain. Come read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo...
Página 66 - For they that led us away captive, required of us then a song, and melody in our heaviness : Sing us one of the songs of Sion.
Página 90 - Truth is always consistent with itself, and needs nothing to help it out ; it is always near at hand, and sits upon our lips and is ready to drop out before we are aware; whereas a lie is troublesome, and sets a man's invention upon the rack, and one trick needs a great many more to make it good.
Página 355 - The path of sorrow, and that path alone, Leads to the land where sorrow is unknown ; No traveller ever reach'd that blest abode, Who found not thorns and briers in his road.
Página 342 - They sin who tell us Love can die. With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth...
Página 6 - But now bring me a minstrel. And it came to pass, when the minstrel played, that the hand of the Lord came upon him.
Página 5 - And Miriam, the prophetess, the sister of Aaron, took a timbrel in her hand ; and all the women went out after her with timbrels and with dances. And Miriam answered them, Sing ye to the Lord, for he hath triumphed gloriously : the horse and his rider hath he thrown into the sea.
Página 5 - Wherefore didst thou flee away secretly, and steal away from me; and didst not tell me, that I might have sent thee away with mirth, and with songs, with tabret, and with harp ? 28 And hast not suffered me to kiss my sons and my daughters?