The Court suburb magazine, ed. by F. Aikin-Kortright, Volumen2Fanny Aikin- Kortright 1870 |
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... never do this girl justice ! " exclaimed Fulton , with a deep sigh of disappointment , and laying his pencil down . " Never , unless I were to paint her as an angel in some beatific vision ; yet , no , that would not do , for there is ...
... never do this girl justice ! " exclaimed Fulton , with a deep sigh of disappointment , and laying his pencil down . " Never , unless I were to paint her as an angel in some beatific vision ; yet , no , that would not do , for there is ...
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... never looked so beautiful , and that he was - what few artists are peculiarly fortunate in his sitter . " Why would you not paint me with jewels , Mr. Fulton ? " asked Miss De Bonneville , with some embarrassment . " Jewels destroy the ...
... never looked so beautiful , and that he was - what few artists are peculiarly fortunate in his sitter . " Why would you not paint me with jewels , Mr. Fulton ? " asked Miss De Bonneville , with some embarrassment . " Jewels destroy the ...
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... never been taught a profession in his youth , and who probably would have made nothing out of it had he been taught one - for though he had a fine intellect he had never had the least tinge of common sense - at three or four and thirty ...
... never been taught a profession in his youth , and who probably would have made nothing out of it had he been taught one - for though he had a fine intellect he had never had the least tinge of common sense - at three or four and thirty ...
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... never could have had courage to open them to the dignified Levite who officiated in their parish church every week , and often preached on humility , while he carried pride even in the turn of his head and the fall of his surplice . It ...
... never could have had courage to open them to the dignified Levite who officiated in their parish church every week , and often preached on humility , while he carried pride even in the turn of his head and the fall of his surplice . It ...
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... never told us what you talked about when you were with the Misses Forster ! Well ! I shall not ask what else you said about us . " " Not much . I could not , for I do not know much . " ( To be continued . ) Roseleaf . A FAIRY TALE FOR ...
... never told us what you talked about when you were with the Misses Forster ! Well ! I shall not ask what else you said about us . " " Not much . I could not , for I do not know much . " ( To be continued . ) Roseleaf . A FAIRY TALE FOR ...
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Página 246 - WISH MINE be a cot beside the hill ; A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear; A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near. The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch, Shall twitter from her clay-built nest; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest.
Página 12 - FLOWER in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies, I hold you here, root and all, in my hand, Little flower — but if I could understand What you are, root and all, and all in all, I should know what God and man is.
Página 398 - In yonder grave a druid lies, Where slowly winds the stealing wave ; The year's best sweets shall duteous rise ^ To deck its poet's sylvan grave. In yon deep bed of whispering reeds His airy harp shall now be laid, That he, whose heart in sorrow bleeds, May love through life the soothing shade.
Página 400 - There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl The feast of reason and the flow of soul...
Página 486 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Página 468 - Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
Página 399 - Unpolish'd gems no ray on pride bestow, And latent metals innocently glow ; Approach. Great nature studiously behold ! And eye the mine without a wish for gold. Approach ; but awful ! lo ! the ^Egerian grot, Where, nobly pensive, St.
Página 67 - There was a roaring in the wind all night; The rain came heavily and fell in floods; But now the sun is rising calm and bright; The birds are singing in the distant woods...
Página 232 - Then shall the King say unto them on his right hand, 'Come, ye blessed of my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world: for I was an hungred and ye gave me meat, I was thirsty and ye gave me drink, I was a stranger and ye took me in; naked and ye clothed me, I was sick and ye visited me, I was in prison and ye came unto me.
Página 14 - Meek creatures ! the first mercy of the earth, veiling with hushed softness its dintless rocks ; creatures full of pity, covering with strange and tender honour the scarred disgrace of ruin, — laying quiet finger on the trembling stones, to teach them rest.