New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register, Volumen144Henry Colburn, 1869 |
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... sure . One would come for the pleasure of chatting to you , and looking at you , as much as for the turning over of the nice things . I'm sure there would be plenty of gen- tlemen to escort us to your warerooms . " Miss Hyde gave a ...
... sure . One would come for the pleasure of chatting to you , and looking at you , as much as for the turning over of the nice things . I'm sure there would be plenty of gen- tlemen to escort us to your warerooms . " Miss Hyde gave a ...
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... sure you will like her . Nonsense , sir , don't shake your head that way . You shall ! -you must ! " " I am prepared for any deed you propose , Mrs. Lorimer , from pitch and toss up to manslaughter ; but the past cannot be so easily ...
... sure you will like her . Nonsense , sir , don't shake your head that way . You shall ! -you must ! " " I am prepared for any deed you propose , Mrs. Lorimer , from pitch and toss up to manslaughter ; but the past cannot be so easily ...
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... sure , but there was no doubt that his decay of intellect came on after a visit to the lunatic asylum to which Captain Seymour had been consigned , and where - as both incurable and dangerous -- he is destined to remain a prisoner ...
... sure , but there was no doubt that his decay of intellect came on after a visit to the lunatic asylum to which Captain Seymour had been consigned , and where - as both incurable and dangerous -- he is destined to remain a prisoner ...
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... Sure thou dost droop in grief , and vigil keep Beside the mound where , victims of the sea , A hundred warriors sleep : For fields of blood , for cannon's thunder - boom , Above their heads now white - ruffed daisies bloom . * Sweet ...
... Sure thou dost droop in grief , and vigil keep Beside the mound where , victims of the sea , A hundred warriors sleep : For fields of blood , for cannon's thunder - boom , Above their heads now white - ruffed daisies bloom . * Sweet ...
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... sure he felt ill , and asked him whether it were not so . But such was his habit , he denied it with vehemence , as if he had been taxed with that very falsehood he told . He allowed her to give him brandy , and to place him on a sofa ...
... sure he felt ill , and asked him whether it were not so . But such was his habit , he denied it with vehemence , as if he had been taxed with that very falsehood he told . He allowed her to give him brandy , and to place him on a sofa ...
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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.