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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She has argued the whole question out to herself , in a heart - breaking manner .
That he loved her was not to be doubted ; this she frankly acknowledged a
hundred times . And did she really - really , you know - love him ? Ah , who could
...
She has argued the whole question out to herself , in a heart - breaking manner .
That he loved her was not to be doubted ; this she frankly acknowledged a
hundred times . And did she really - really , you know - love him ? Ah , who could
...
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All that we know of the rough manner in which the hovels of the Britons were
furnished , is derived from some of their earlier coins , where we find the interior
of habitations furnished with seats resembling our modern chairs , stools like the
...
All that we know of the rough manner in which the hovels of the Britons were
furnished , is derived from some of their earlier coins , where we find the interior
of habitations furnished with seats resembling our modern chairs , stools like the
...
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... this manner ; and Alfred , in his will , terms the female part of his family the
spindle side ; and the word spinster , applied in the present day to unmarried
females , had its origin in an age when the distaff really occupied a large portion
of their ...
... this manner ; and Alfred , in his will , terms the female part of his family the
spindle side ; and the word spinster , applied in the present day to unmarried
females , had its origin in an age when the distaff really occupied a large portion
of their ...
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For there was really not much discovered as to Herbert ' s relations with his little
neighbour ; no mere philosopher and observer of human nature could have
detected anything in their conversation and manner , when they met at Brierly
House ...
For there was really not much discovered as to Herbert ' s relations with his little
neighbour ; no mere philosopher and observer of human nature could have
detected anything in their conversation and manner , when they met at Brierly
House ...
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in a perfectly easy , unembarrassed manner ; but it is to be observed that my lady
not only accompanies her boy to his room , but enters it , and , somehow , does
not seem inclined to leave it . She potters about there , unnecessarily folding and
...
in a perfectly easy , unembarrassed manner ; but it is to be observed that my lady
not only accompanies her boy to his room , but enters it , and , somehow , does
not seem inclined to leave it . She potters about there , unnecessarily folding and
...
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Сторінка 177 - 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 38 - 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 176 - 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 277 - 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 84 - 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 208 - 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 84 - 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 97 - 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 84 - 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 83 - 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...