New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register, Том 119E. W. Allen, 1860 |
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... Geraldine ; and Mr. Montresor's fears lest his daughter should be struck with a coup de soleil , or might suffer from ex- posure to the dew of evening , being happily overcome by Mrs. Montre- sor's eloquence , whose prudence was not so ...
... Geraldine ; and Mr. Montresor's fears lest his daughter should be struck with a coup de soleil , or might suffer from ex- posure to the dew of evening , being happily overcome by Mrs. Montre- sor's eloquence , whose prudence was not so ...
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... Geraldine Montresor had spent the day very pleasantly ; at table she had been placed between Mr. Fanshawe on one side , and a stranger of extremely agreeable manners on the other . This gentleman , Mr. Le Vasseur , held a lucrative ...
... Geraldine Montresor had spent the day very pleasantly ; at table she had been placed between Mr. Fanshawe on one side , and a stranger of extremely agreeable manners on the other . This gentleman , Mr. Le Vasseur , held a lucrative ...
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... Geraldine , accustomed as she was to attention , felt much flattered , and exerted herself to be as agreeable as possible . Mr. Le Vasseur seemed enchanted with her ; he had eyes or ears for nobody else , and having secured a place by ...
... Geraldine , accustomed as she was to attention , felt much flattered , and exerted herself to be as agreeable as possible . Mr. Le Vasseur seemed enchanted with her ; he had eyes or ears for nobody else , and having secured a place by ...
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... Geraldine , who was a little out of humour at being sacrificed to Mr. Fanshawe . " I think the tropical trees and plants are beautiful . Look at the rich clusters of the sea - side grape , † with its thick broad leaf , and at yon pink ...
... Geraldine , who was a little out of humour at being sacrificed to Mr. Fanshawe . " I think the tropical trees and plants are beautiful . Look at the rich clusters of the sea - side grape , † with its thick broad leaf , and at yon pink ...
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... Geraldine . " Whatever they may be , " said Mr. Ludlow , warmly , " they are very unchristianlike in their conduct towards us . They are doing all that they can to ruin us , and , not content with that , they heap undeserved odium and ...
... Geraldine . " Whatever they may be , " said Mr. Ludlow , warmly , " they are very unchristianlike in their conduct towards us . They are doing all that they can to ruin us , and , not content with that , they heap undeserved odium and ...
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Сторінка 39 - Into a Limbo large and broad, since called The Paradise of Fools, to few unknown Long after, now unpeopled and untrod.
Сторінка 158 - And she hath watched Many a nightingale perch giddily On blossomy twig still swinging from the breeze, And to that motion tune his wanton song Like tipsy joy that reels with tossing head.
Сторінка 153 - But first, and chiefest, with thee bring, Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation; And the mute Silence hist along, 'Less Philomel will deign a song...
Сторінка 157 - Or slow distemper, or neglected love, (And so, poor wretch! filled all things with himself, And made all gentle sounds tell back the tale Of his own sorrow) he, and such as he, First named these notes a melancholy strain. And many a poet echoes the conceit; Poet who hath been building up the rhyme...
Сторінка 74 - Ye woodlands all , awake : a boundless song Burst from the groves! and when the restless day, Expiring, lays the warbling world asleep, Sweetest of birds ! sweet Philomela , charm The listening shades, and teach the night his praise.
Сторінка 310 - How dear to me the hour when daylight dies, And sunbeams melt along the silent sea ; For then sweet dreams of other days arise, And memory breathes her vesper sigh to thee. And, as I watch the line of light, that plays Along the smooth wave tow'rd the burning west, I long to tread that golden path of rays, And think 'twould lead to some bright isle of rest.
Сторінка 78 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home She stood in tears amid the alien corn...
Сторінка 72 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung...
Сторінка 157 - Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes; As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music...
Сторінка 68 - The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark, When neither is attended ; and, I think The nightingale, if she should sing by day, When every goose is cackling, would be thought No better a musician than the wren.