Hood's Magazine and Comic Miscellany, Volumen3proprietor, 1845 |
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... morning , it had been forgotten . It was ad- dressed to my mother , who seized the letter , broke the seal , glanced over the contents , and dropping the paper from her hand , sank , gasp- ing , on the sofa - the blankness of her face ...
... morning , it had been forgotten . It was ad- dressed to my mother , who seized the letter , broke the seal , glanced over the contents , and dropping the paper from her hand , sank , gasp- ing , on the sofa - the blankness of her face ...
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... mornings , blistered feet and short com- mons , which are frequently the concomitants of the very best - re- gulated ... morning . While Churchill busied himself in writing some letters , I proceeded to put the fishing rods in order ...
... mornings , blistered feet and short com- mons , which are frequently the concomitants of the very best - re- gulated ... morning . While Churchill busied himself in writing some letters , I proceeded to put the fishing rods in order ...
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... morning , without breakfast , a deficiency which we were now anxious to repair , and for that purpose entered a decent - looking inn , the interior of which , however , by no means corresponded with the tolerably prepossessing exterior ...
... morning , without breakfast , a deficiency which we were now anxious to repair , and for that purpose entered a decent - looking inn , the interior of which , however , by no means corresponded with the tolerably prepossessing exterior ...
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... morning when we started from Michelstadt , our rods in our hands , our fly - books and reels in our pockets , and attended by a boy whom we had hired to show us the way and carry home the results , if any , of our day's fishing . We had ...
... morning when we started from Michelstadt , our rods in our hands , our fly - books and reels in our pockets , and attended by a boy whom we had hired to show us the way and carry home the results , if any , of our day's fishing . We had ...
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... morning was a delightful one . The sun just rose above the hills as we left Michelstadt ; and on ascending a small eminence out- side the town , a view burst upon us that of itself would have amply repaid us for our early rising . A ...
... morning was a delightful one . The sun just rose above the hills as we left Michelstadt ; and on ascending a small eminence out- side the town , a view burst upon us that of itself would have amply repaid us for our early rising . A ...
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Página 233 - In this state-chamber, dying by degrees, Hours and long hours in the dead night, I ask "Do I live, am I dead?" Peace, peace seems all. Saint Praxed's ever was the church for peace; And so, about this tomb of mine. I fought...
Página 235 - To comfort me on my entablature Whereon I am to lie till I must ask 'Do I live, am I dead?' There, leave me, there! For ye have stabbed me with ingratitude To death - ye wish it - God, ye wish it! Stone Gritstone, a-crumble!
Página 489 - No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose) The bosom of his father and his God.
Página 469 - That what we love shall ne'er be so. I know not why I could not die, I had no earthly hope — but faith, And that forbade a selfish death.
Página 233 - Put me where I may look at him! True peach, Rosy and flawless: how I earned the prize! Draw close: that conflagration of my church — What then? So much was saved if aught were missed!
Página 488 - On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Página 235 - Good strong thick stupefying incensesmoke ! For as I lie here, hours of the dead night, Dying in state and by such slow degrees, I fold my arms as if they clasped a crook, And stretch my feet forth straight as stone can point, And let the bedclothes for a mortcloth drop Into great laps and folds of...
Página 234 - Ready to twitch the Nymph's last garment off, And Moses with the tables . . . but I know Ye mark me not! What do they whisper thee, Child of my bowels, Anselm?
Página 60 - Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting sun: Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light!
Página 234 - Praxed's ear to pray Horses for ye, and brown Greek manuscripts, And mistresses with great smooth marbly limbs ? — That's if ye carve my epitaph aright, Choice Latin, picked phrase, Tully's every word, No gaudy ware like Gandolf's second line — Tully, my masters? Ulpian serves his need!