Ainsworth's Magazine: A Miscellany of Romance, General Literature, & Art, Volumen6William Harrison Ainsworth Chapman and Hall, 1844 |
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... rest . The answer was sent by the lords to the commons , and referred by the latter to a committee . After much deliberation , in which Harley's influence secretly operated , an address was laid before the queen , stating that " the ...
... rest . The answer was sent by the lords to the commons , and referred by the latter to a committee . After much deliberation , in which Harley's influence secretly operated , an address was laid before the queen , stating that " the ...
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... rest , rushed into the passage . " What the deuce is the matter ? " cried Fishwick . body must be breaking into the house . " " Some- " The noise came from the china closet , " said Brumby . " A cat must have got into it . " " More ...
... rest , rushed into the passage . " What the deuce is the matter ? " cried Fishwick . body must be breaking into the house . " " Some- " The noise came from the china closet , " said Brumby . " A cat must have got into it . " " More ...
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... rest of her array consisted of massive gold earrings , a laced cap and pinners , surmounted by a beaver hat with a low crown and broad leaves ; black shoes of Spanish leather , with red heels , and buckles . In her hand she carried a ...
... rest of her array consisted of massive gold earrings , a laced cap and pinners , surmounted by a beaver hat with a low crown and broad leaves ; black shoes of Spanish leather , with red heels , and buckles . In her hand she carried a ...
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... rest your hand on the very spot where their blood - stained hands had rested , -to be yourself considered , to know that you are branded by society , as a murderer , and withal , to be conscious of your innocence , -this would be ...
... rest your hand on the very spot where their blood - stained hands had rested , -to be yourself considered , to know that you are branded by society , as a murderer , and withal , to be conscious of your innocence , -this would be ...
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... rest of her life will not cost as much as furnishing the cottage I once fitted up for her at Brompton . " Dreamt that I was a young man again , and galloping to Brompton on the bay mare . Was just going to leap a high gate , when I woke ...
... rest of her life will not cost as much as furnishing the cottage I once fitted up for her at Brompton . " Dreamt that I was a young man again , and galloping to Brompton on the bay mare . Was just going to leap a high gate , when I woke ...
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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.