New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register, Volumen144Henry Colburn, 1869 |
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... door like so many white Polar bears , or small avalanches . The door is opened amidst a torrent of laughter and mirth , and very peremptorily closed again , for there is a cold rush of air from the outer world like a gentle re ...
... door like so many white Polar bears , or small avalanches . The door is opened amidst a torrent of laughter and mirth , and very peremptorily closed again , for there is a cold rush of air from the outer world like a gentle re ...
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... door communicating with it , he caught a glimpse of a dark dress vanishing up the staircase . The bird had flown ! Slowly he turned away , and , walking to the window , leaned his arms against the frame and gazed out abstractedly on the ...
... door communicating with it , he caught a glimpse of a dark dress vanishing up the staircase . The bird had flown ! Slowly he turned away , and , walking to the window , leaned his arms against the frame and gazed out abstractedly on the ...
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... door receiving her guests , the very paragon of aristocratic beauty . Very proud was she of her handsome son that evening , as he moved amid the gathering throng assembled in his honour , " the admired of all admirers . " The band ...
... door receiving her guests , the very paragon of aristocratic beauty . Very proud was she of her handsome son that evening , as he moved amid the gathering throng assembled in his honour , " the admired of all admirers . " The band ...
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... " as they termed it in home parlance . The door was partially ajar , and the firelight leaping and flickering on the wall , as in that sweet plain- tive poem of Longfellow's , where the firelight shadows dance Two Christmas Eves . 25.
... " as they termed it in home parlance . The door was partially ajar , and the firelight leaping and flickering on the wall , as in that sweet plain- tive poem of Longfellow's , where the firelight shadows dance Two Christmas Eves . 25.
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... door the loved and lost , those shadows that memory , in her dreamy hours , projects upon the mourner's heart , glide softly in to their wonted places by the household hearth , and we feel as if the grave had yielded up its dead unto us ...
... door the loved and lost , those shadows that memory , in her dreamy hours , projects upon the mourner's heart , glide softly in to their wonted places by the household hearth , and we feel as if the grave had yielded up its dead unto us ...
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admiration Anna Comnena appeared asked Bambaras beauty better Boxgrove Bute Inlet Captain castle charming Church Colonel Delacombe cried CXLIV daughter dear delight door Egra England Euphrates exclaimed eyes fancy father favour fear feel felt followed Formosa gentleman Giacomo girl give Goldrich hand happy Hazlemere head heard heart Hilary honour hope housekeeper Ilminster Ireland island Johnny Lady Richborough ladyship laugh leave look Lord Lord Byron Malham matter mind Miss morning mother natives never Niger night Northport Nostrat once Oswald party passed Perugia poor Prentis present R. I. Murchison Radcliffe Reefer rejoined remarked replied river Rome round ruins seemed seen side Sir Charles Sir Jacob smile soon stood Sutton tell thing Thornton thought tion told took town Treeby Veit walk wife WILLIAM HARRISON AINSWORTH wish words young
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Página 309 - And the scene where his melody charmed me before Resounds with his sweet-flowing ditty no more. My fugitive years are all hasting away, And I must ere long lie as lowly as they With a turf on my breast and a stone at my head, Ere another such grove shall arise in its stead. 'Tis a sight to engage me, if anything can, To muse on the perishing pleasures of man ; Though his life be a dream, his enjoyments, I see, Have a being less durable even than he.
Página 95 - There is a stern round tower of other days, Firm as a fortress, with its fence of stone, Such as an army's baffled strength delays, Standing with half its battlements alone, And with two thousand years of ivy grown, The garland of eternity, where wave The green leaves over all by time o'erthrown ; — 4 What was this tower of strength? within its cave What treasure lay so lock'd, so hid? — A woman's grave.
Página 310 - But me, not destined such delights to share, My prime of life in wandering spent and care ; Impell'd, with steps unceasing, to pursue Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view ; That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies ; My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, And find no spot of all the world my own.
Página 715 - The sword, the banner, and the field, Glory and Greece, around me see! The Spartan, borne upon his shield, Was not more free. Awake! (not Greece — she is awake!) Awake, my spirit!
Página 306 - And never won. Dream after dream ensues; And still they dream that they shall still succeed, And still are disappointed.
Página 715 - My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone!
Página 577 - United Church, as the Established Church of England and Ireland, shall be deemed and taken to be an essential and fundamental part of the Union...
Página 667 - The beauties to the original I owe; Which when I miss, my own defects I show: Nor think the kindred Muses thy disgrace: A poet is not born in every race. Two of a house few ages can afford; One to perform, another to record.
Página 720 - I hurried to the summit. The glory of our prize burst suddenly upon me ! There, like a sea of quicksilver, lay far beneath the grand expanse of water — a boundless sea horizon on the south and south-west, glittering in the noonday sun ; and on the west, at fifty or sixty miles...
Página 308 - Between two worlds life hovers like a star Twixt night and morn upon the horizon's verge. How little do we know that which we are ! How less what we may be! The eternal surge Of time and tide rolls on and bears afar Our bubbles. As the old burst, new emerge, Lashed from the foam of ages; while the graves Of empires heave but like some passing waves.