The Englishwoman's domestic magazine. [Imperf. With] Supplemental fashions & needlework [afterw.] Patterns, fashions & needlework [and] Designs for fashions and needlework [Continued as The Illustrated household journal and English- woman's domestic magazine]. |
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... hand . We should have liked to have quoted a series of bright , freshly - painted portraits from this novel . Our limited space forbids this . We must proceed , rather , to give our readers a slight notion of the plot . The miller has ...
... hand . We should have liked to have quoted a series of bright , freshly - painted portraits from this novel . Our limited space forbids this . We must proceed , rather , to give our readers a slight notion of the plot . The miller has ...
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... hand side of the bonnet is a bunch of ostrich feathers , which should be so arranged as to fall a little over the front of the bonnet , and the tips fastened in the cap . On the left hand , inside , is a bunch of green and white daisies ...
... hand side of the bonnet is a bunch of ostrich feathers , which should be so arranged as to fall a little over the front of the bonnet , and the tips fastened in the cap . On the left hand , inside , is a bunch of green and white daisies ...
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... hands with con- siderable vigour . His solitary exercise had continued for about two hours , when he stopped suddenly ... hand , and placed himself near the door , which , being very thin , permitted him to hear everything that passed ...
... hands with con- siderable vigour . His solitary exercise had continued for about two hours , when he stopped suddenly ... hand , and placed himself near the door , which , being very thin , permitted him to hear everything that passed ...
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... hand in hand , Bring all their smiling train ; The yellow corn is waving high , To gild the earth again . ' Tis June , ' tis merry , laughing June , There's not a cloud above ; The air is still , o'er heath and hill , The bulrush does ...
... hand in hand , Bring all their smiling train ; The yellow corn is waving high , To gild the earth again . ' Tis June , ' tis merry , laughing June , There's not a cloud above ; The air is still , o'er heath and hill , The bulrush does ...
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... hand . " " Just half an hour longer , " replied Smith insinuatingly ; " perhaps fortune will turn ; for , it's true , I've held extraordinary cards . " He shuffled again ; and Gray clearly saw that he dealt himself seven cards instead ...
... hand . " " Just half an hour longer , " replied Smith insinuatingly ; " perhaps fortune will turn ; for , it's true , I've held extraordinary cards . " He shuffled again ; and Gray clearly saw that he dealt himself seven cards instead ...
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Сторінка 175 - ANNOUNCED by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house 'at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
Сторінка 36 - THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread...
Сторінка 174 - All shod with steel, We hissed along the polished ice in games Confederate, imitative of the chase And woodland pleasures, — the resounding horn, The pack loud chiming, and the hunted hare.
Сторінка 275 - I'll not leave thee, thou lone one! To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them; Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
Сторінка 82 - How oft, at school, with most believing mind, Presageful, have I gazed upon the bars, To watch that fluttering stranger ! and as oft With unclosed lids, already had I dreamt Of my sweet birth-place, and the old church-tower, Whose bells, the poor man's only music, rang From morn to evening, all the hot Fair-day, So sweetly, that they stirred and haunted me With a wild pleasure, falling on mine ear Most like articulate sounds of things to come...
Сторінка 206 - Edward, by the grace of God, king of England, lord of Ireland, and duke of Aquitaine, to all those that these present letters shall hear or see, greeting.
Сторінка 82 - Whether the summer clothe the general earth With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatch Smokes in the sun-thaw; whether the eave-drops fall Heard only in the trances of the blast, Or if the secret ministry of frost Shall hang them up in silent icicles, Quietly shining to the quiet Moon.
Сторінка 95 - Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Сторінка 82 - Inaudible as dreams! the thin blue flame Lies on my low-burnt fire, and quivers not; Only that film, which fluttered on the grate, Still flutters there, the sole unquiet thing. Methinks, its motion in this hush of nature Gives it dim sympathies with me who live, Making it a companionable form, Whose puny flaps and freaks the idling Spirit By its own moods interprets, everywhere Echo or mirror seeking of itself, And makes a toy of Thought.
Сторінка 81 - From dewy sward or thorny spray; All the heaped Autumn's wealth, With a still, mysterious stealth: She will mix these pleasures up Like three fit wines in a cup...