Ainsworth's Magazine: A Miscellany of Romance, General Literature, & Art, Volumen6William Harrison Ainsworth Chapman and Hall, 1844 |
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... feelings to public duties . I can open my heart to no one but you . Abigail , " she continued , in a broken voice , " I am now alone . I have neither husband nor children . My brother is in arms against me - my house is desolate - and ...
... feelings to public duties . I can open my heart to no one but you . Abigail , " she continued , in a broken voice , " I am now alone . I have neither husband nor children . My brother is in arms against me - my house is desolate - and ...
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... feelings , my lord , " replied the queen , angrily , " which is more than some of those do , who pro- fess so much devotion to me . But it is time these misunderstand- ings should cease . Can you not see that it is her perpetual inter ...
... feelings , my lord , " replied the queen , angrily , " which is more than some of those do , who pro- fess so much devotion to me . But it is time these misunderstand- ings should cease . Can you not see that it is her perpetual inter ...
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... feelings getting the better of her rivalry , she flew to the housekeeper , who fell back in the chair , and tried to revive her by sprinkling water over her face . " This is real love , or I know nothing about it , " said Proddy ...
... feelings getting the better of her rivalry , she flew to the housekeeper , who fell back in the chair , and tried to revive her by sprinkling water over her face . " This is real love , or I know nothing about it , " said Proddy ...
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... feelings and the most merciful disposition of any of their acquaintance . " Yes , my lord , " said I , interposing ; " but you will remember that the schoolmaster , Eugene Aram , was so mercifully disposed that he would turn aside ...
... feelings and the most merciful disposition of any of their acquaintance . " Yes , my lord , " said I , interposing ; " but you will remember that the schoolmaster , Eugene Aram , was so mercifully disposed that he would turn aside ...
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... feeling of melancholy interest came over us , to think that it was on this very plain , probably at this identical spot , that the civilization and rising perfection of the Palmyrenes was crushed by the Roman legions . An Arabian ...
... feeling of melancholy interest came over us , to think that it was on this very plain , probably at this identical spot , that the civilization and rising perfection of the Palmyrenes was crushed by the Roman legions . An Arabian ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Aleppo Amanus ancient Antioch appeared arrived Auriol Baldred beauty Bimbelot brought called Captain character church Colonel Commagena cried Doctor door Doyle duchess Duchess of Marlborough duke Euphrates exclaimed eyes father favour feeling French Gindarus give Guiscard hand Harley head heard heart honour horse hour Hugh Kate king Kurds lady live look lord madam Manesty Marlborough Masham miles mind morning nature never night occasion once Othello party passed passion Pat Doyle Patrick Doyle person PHAON plain Plumpton poet Polka Party poor present Proddy queen rejoined rendered replied returned river Roman round ruins Sacheverell Saint-John Sandman SAPHO Savidge scene seemed serjeant shew side spirit stood Strabo Syria Tamworth thee Theocritus thing thou thought Tinker tion took town Turkomans turned Varnham village voice Westerwood wife woman words young
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Página 179 - And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes. Now, Lycidas, the Shepherds weep no more; Henceforth thou art the Genius of the shore, In thy large recompense, and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous flood.
Página 179 - Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears ; Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Página 495 - God ! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain : To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run: How many make the hour full complete, How many hours bring about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live.
Página 83 - Dis's waggon! daffodils That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath...
Página 395 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds ; Which pillage they with merry march bring...
Página 308 - He hath put down the mighty from their seat : and hath exalted the humble and meek.
Página 391 - And every sweetness that inspired their hearts, Their minds, and muses on admired themes ; If all the heavenly quintessence they still From their immortal flowers of poesy, Wherein, as in a mirror, we perceive The highest reaches of a human wit ; If these had made one poem's period, And all combined in beauty's worthiness, Yet should there hover in their restless heads One thought, one grace, one wonder, at the least, Which into words no virtue can digest...
Página 280 - tis, that you should carry me away: And trust me not, my friends, if, every day, I walk not here with more delight, Than ever, after the most happy fight, In triumph to the capitol I rode, To thank the gods, and to be thought, myself, almost a god.
Página 279 - Hail, old patrician trees, so great and good! Hail, ye plebeian under-wood ! Where the poetic birds rejoice, And for their quiet nests and plenteous food Pay, with their grateful voice. Hail, the poor Muses...
Página 485 - Ave Maria ! blessed be the hour ! The time, the clime, the spot, where I so oft Have felt that moment in its fullest power Sink o'er the earth so beautiful and soft, While swung the deep bell in the distant tower. Or the faint dying day-hymn stole aloft, And not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the forest leaves seem'd stirr'd with prayer.