Ainsworth's Magazine: A Miscellany of Romance, General Literature, & Art, Volumen6William Harrison Ainsworth Chapman and Hall, 1844 |
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... hand for his advancement , " said the queen . " I have just read the duchess a lesson , and shall lose no oppor ... hands . But where is Mr. Harley ? I have not seen him this morning . " “ He is without , in the ante - chamber ...
... hand for his advancement , " said the queen . " I have just read the duchess a lesson , and shall lose no oppor ... hands . But where is Mr. Harley ? I have not seen him this morning . " “ He is without , in the ante - chamber ...
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... hand was wrapped in a bandage . A wooden leg lent him support on one side , and a long crutch on the other . His visage was wan and woe - begone , and his appearance so touched Mrs. Plumpton , that she would certainly have rushed up to ...
... hand was wrapped in a bandage . A wooden leg lent him support on one side , and a long crutch on the other . His visage was wan and woe - begone , and his appearance so touched Mrs. Plumpton , that she would certainly have rushed up to ...
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... hands with me , " said Scales . " You've only one hand left , serjeant , and it would be a pity to use it unnecessarily , " rejoined Mrs. Tipping , pertly . " Well , I didn't expect such a reception as this , " said Scales , dolefully ...
... hands with me , " said Scales . " You've only one hand left , serjeant , and it would be a pity to use it unnecessarily , " rejoined Mrs. Tipping , pertly . " Well , I didn't expect such a reception as this , " said Scales , dolefully ...
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... hand beneath it , sound and uninjured , and hard and horny as the other . What was their surprise - and the surprise of every one else , except Mrs. Scales - to see him unbuckle a strap behind , cast off his wooden leg , and plant his ...
... hand beneath it , sound and uninjured , and hard and horny as the other . What was their surprise - and the surprise of every one else , except Mrs. Scales - to see him unbuckle a strap behind , cast off his wooden leg , and plant his ...
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... hand , opened the door , and passed in . Everything was in its place the plans , the portrait , the gloves , the sword , the shot , the meerschaum , with the drum standing on the three - legged stool . The serjeant surveyed them all ...
... hand , opened the door , and passed in . Everything was in its place the plans , the portrait , the gloves , the sword , the shot , the meerschaum , with the drum standing on the three - legged stool . The serjeant surveyed them all ...
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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 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...
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 178 - And purple all the ground with vernal flowers. Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy...
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 391 - Had fed the feeling of their masters' thoughts. 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 177 - Hath decked their rising cheeks in red, Such as on your lips is spread ! Here be berries for a queen, Some be red, some be green ; These are of that luscious meat, The great god Pan himself doth eat : All these, and what the woods can yield, The hanging mountain or the field, I freely offer...
Página 83 - ... beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright...
Página 499 - Would I were dead! if God's good will were so; For what is in this world but grief and woe? O 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...
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.