New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register, Volumen144Henry Colburn, 1869 |
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... meet her pale proud face , radiant with joy as she congratulated him on his twenty - first birthday . The great dinner party whereat the county magnates were as- sembled was over ( the tenants of the estate having been feasted some ...
... meet her pale proud face , radiant with joy as she congratulated him on his twenty - first birthday . The great dinner party whereat the county magnates were as- sembled was over ( the tenants of the estate having been feasted some ...
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... meet across it , where , to quote Mr. Ewer , the visitor may carve out immortality for himself , and where , judging from appearances , many have attempted to do so . Continuing on our way , we examined the Devil's Tea - kettle ' and ...
... meet across it , where , to quote Mr. Ewer , the visitor may carve out immortality for himself , and where , judging from appearances , many have attempted to do so . Continuing on our way , we examined the Devil's Tea - kettle ' and ...
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... meet on the following Tuesday evening . Common sense , however , suggested to me that this would be impossible , for my poem was in three parts , each containing about twenty - five sheets . But it devolved on me , though the author ...
... meet on the following Tuesday evening . Common sense , however , suggested to me that this would be impossible , for my poem was in three parts , each containing about twenty - five sheets . But it devolved on me , though the author ...
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... meets her gaze , Causing her cheeks to flush , her eyes to blaze ? Away from hence ! Go sound the horn Amidst the woods till rosy morn- Hunt through the wilds around - away- Till the cock crows at break of day ! Go , now ! For I would ...
... meets her gaze , Causing her cheeks to flush , her eyes to blaze ? Away from hence ! Go sound the horn Amidst the woods till rosy morn- Hunt through the wilds around - away- Till the cock crows at break of day ! Go , now ! For I would ...
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... meet the various calls upon their distinguished station , Mrs. Mordaunt en pen- dant to the Signora Cypriani at the beautiful villa Zernini - acts as chaletaine in the fine old mansion , where she receives and entertains the lovely ...
... meet the various calls upon their distinguished station , Mrs. Mordaunt en pen- dant to the Signora Cypriani at the beautiful villa Zernini - acts as chaletaine in the fine old mansion , where she receives and entertains the lovely ...
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admiration Anna Comnena appeared asked Bambaras beauty better Boxgrove brought Bute Inlet called castle charming Chinese Church Colonel Delacombe cried CXLIV Darkage daughter dear delight door Egra Euphrates exclaimed eyes fancy father favour feel felt followed Formosa gentleman Giacomo girl give Gondokoro hand happy Hazlemere head heard heart honour hope horses housekeeper Ilminster Ireland island Lady Richborough ladyship lake laugh leave look Lord Lord Byron Mage Malham mamma mind Miss morning mother Naples natives never Niger night Nostrat once Oswald party passed poor Prentis present R. I. Murchison Radcliffe Reefer rejoined remarked replied river Rome round ruins seemed seen Senegal river side Sir Charles smile soon Sutton tell thing Thornton thought tion told took town Treeby Veit village 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.