Spirit of the English Magazines, Том 11Munroe and Francis, 1822 |
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... entered and took his seat at the top of the room , the whole company of them knelt in their places , turning towards him ; and on his hand being extended in benediction , they all rose again and reseated themselves . The splendid ...
... entered and took his seat at the top of the room , the whole company of them knelt in their places , turning towards him ; and on his hand being extended in benediction , they all rose again and reseated themselves . The splendid ...
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... entered the heart of the Virgin , who is therefore painted with seven daggers sticking in her breast , and adored as Nostra Sig- nora de ' sette dolori ' — Our Lady of the seven Sorrows . The service of the Tre Ore is therefore divided ...
... entered the heart of the Virgin , who is therefore painted with seven daggers sticking in her breast , and adored as Nostra Sig- nora de ' sette dolori ' — Our Lady of the seven Sorrows . The service of the Tre Ore is therefore divided ...
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... entered the Solway sea , when the storm , augmenting every moment , carried us rapidly along , and when opposite Allanbay , a whirlwind seizing our ship by the rigging whirled her fairly round , and down she went head foremost . Even in ...
... entered the Solway sea , when the storm , augmenting every moment , carried us rapidly along , and when opposite Allanbay , a whirlwind seizing our ship by the rigging whirled her fairly round , and down she went head foremost . Even in ...
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... entering M. Bouret's grounds , was a red cow feast- ing on a pailful of the dainty vegeta- bles he had refused . young lady , named Isalina , residing in the Countess Humiecka's family , but in what capacity we are not informed , of ...
... entering M. Bouret's grounds , was a red cow feast- ing on a pailful of the dainty vegeta- bles he had refused . young lady , named Isalina , residing in the Countess Humiecka's family , but in what capacity we are not informed , of ...
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... entered the cell of Ivan , who , after contemplating him for some time , threw himself all at once at the feet of the Czar . " Czar ( said the unhappy youth ) , you are the master here . I shall not trouble you with a long petition ...
... entered the cell of Ivan , who , after contemplating him for some time , threw himself all at once at the feet of the Czar . " Czar ( said the unhappy youth ) , you are the master here . I shall not trouble you with a long petition ...
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Сторінка 262 - We are not of Alice, nor of thee, nor are we children at all. The children of Alice call Bartrum father. We are nothing ; less than nothing ; and dreams. We are only what might have been, and must wait upon the tedious shores of Lethe millions of ages before we have existence, and a name.
Сторінка 262 - Then I told how for seven long years, in hope sometimes, sometimes in despair, yet persisting ever, I courted the fair Alice W n ; and, as much as children could understand, I explained to them what coyness, and difficulty, and denial meant in maidens — when suddenly, turning to Alice, the soul of the first Alice looked out at her eyes with such a reality of re-presentment, that I became in doubt which of them stood there before me, or whose that bright hair was...
Сторінка 223 - Here lies Fred, Who was alive, and is dead. Had it been his father, I had much rather. Had it been his brother, Still better than another. Had it been his sister, No one would have missed her. Had it been the whole generation, Still better for the nation. But since 't is only Fred, Who was alive, and is dead, There's no more to be said.
Сторінка 262 - I was lame-footed; and how when he died, though he had not been dead an hour, it seemed as if he had died a great while ago, such a distance there is betwixt life and death...
Сторінка 319 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Сторінка 261 - ... carried away to the owner's other house, where they were set up, and looked as awkward as if some one were to carry away the old tombs they had seen lately at the abbey, and stick them up in Lady C.'s tawdry gilt drawing-room. Here John smiled, as much as to say, " That would be foolish indeed.
Сторінка 261 - ... or in lying about upon the fresh grass, with all the fine garden smells around me — or basking in the orangery, till I could almost fancy myself ripening too along with the oranges and the limes in that grateful warmth — or in watching the dace that darted to and fro in the fish-pond, at the bottom of the garden, with here and there a great sulky pike hanging midway down the water in silent state, as if it mocked at their impertinent friskings...
Сторінка 200 - Cupid and my Campaspe played At cards for kisses — Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows; Loses them too; then down he throws The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (but none knows how), With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin; All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me?
Сторінка 250 - tis her privilege Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy...
Сторінка 261 - CHILDREN love to listen to stories about their elders, when they were children ; to stretch their imagination to the conception of a traditionary great-uncle or grandame whom they never saw.