The Ladies' SouvenirNathaniel Parker Willis Leavitt and Allen, 379 Broadway, 1853 - 224 стор. |
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... a favorite engraving - any beautiful object of art , in short , which it may be desirable , from pleasant associations or a preference of atten- tion , to look upon more familiarly . 2 A wife places upon the easel , near the window.
... a favorite engraving - any beautiful object of art , in short , which it may be desirable , from pleasant associations or a preference of atten- tion , to look upon more familiarly . 2 A wife places upon the easel , near the window.
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... beautiful fancies of the artist , and in the finer language of poetry and romance , exists the true level on which the heart places its me- morials , and to which it instinctively rises , for its pleasant in- terchanges of affection ...
... beautiful fancies of the artist , and in the finer language of poetry and romance , exists the true level on which the heart places its me- morials , and to which it instinctively rises , for its pleasant in- terchanges of affection ...
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... beautiful and the true . And ( if there is room upon the easel of memory , when the light of reverie is shining in ) let the thought of this simple offering sometimes grace it , and recall to you the wishes with which it is offered , by ...
... beautiful and the true . And ( if there is room upon the easel of memory , when the light of reverie is shining in ) let the thought of this simple offering sometimes grace it , and recall to you the wishes with which it is offered , by ...
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... beautiful , beautiful things of creation , as joyous in their mute eloquence as she was . Besides , the wicked little Kitty Coleman was always very angry that Aunt Martha should attempt to govern her conduct by the likings of Harry Gay ...
... beautiful , beautiful things of creation , as joyous in their mute eloquence as she was . Besides , the wicked little Kitty Coleman was always very angry that Aunt Martha should attempt to govern her conduct by the likings of Harry Gay ...
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... beautiful go beyond this ? We never saw it . And how the imagery rises ! Flown like a thought - blissfully havened -clasped like a missal in a land of Pagans : that is to say , where Christian prayer - books must not be seen , and are ...
... beautiful go beyond this ? We never saw it . And how the imagery rises ! Flown like a thought - blissfully havened -clasped like a missal in a land of Pagans : that is to say , where Christian prayer - books must not be seen , and are ...
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Adam admiring Agnes Alice angels Astor House Aunt Martha beadsman beautiful Birch bosom boudoir breast breath bright Cæsar Camillo Captain Wharton censer cheek child chintz cold color Crawley curtains dark dear door dream dress eyes face fair father feel flowers gentleman girl glowing grace hair hand hand-kissed happy Harper Harry Gay Harvey hath heard heart heaven Hinchliff HURST CASTLE Java sparrows Julia Katy Kitty Coleman laughed Leonora L'Estrange lips looked lovers Lucy Madeline MATTESON Miss Hampson Miss Pifflit morning mother N. P. WILLIS never night pedler piano Pikemen pity poet poor Porphyro quadrilles Quaker replied returned rich Robert Smith Rose Samson and Goliath Sarah seemed silent ladies smile soon soul speak squire superior sweet taste tears tell thee thing thou thought tion told took turned voice window woman words young lady
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Сторінка 46 - The blisses of her dream so pure and deep At which fair Madeline began to weep, And moan forth witless words with many a sigh; While still her gaze on Porphyro would keep; Who knelt, with joined hands and piteous eye, Fearing to move or speak, she look'd so dreamingly. XXXV "Ah, Porphyro!
Сторінка 39 - For I am slow and feeble, and scarce dare On such a catering trust my dizzy head. Wait here, my child, with patience; kneel in prayer The while: Ah ! thou must needs the lady wed, Or may I never leave my grave among the dead.
Сторінка 34 - Hyena foemen, and hot-blooded lords, Whose very dogs would execrations howl Against his lineage: not one breast affords Him any mercy, in that mansion foul, Save one old beldame, weak in body and in soul.
Сторінка 45 - And now, my love, my seraph fair, awake ! Thou art my heaven, and I thine eremite: Open thine eyes, for meek St. Agnes' sake, Or I shall drowse beside thee, so my soul doth ache.
Сторінка 48 - Tis dark: the iced gusts still rave and beat: " No dream, alas ! alas ! and woe is mine ! Porphyro will leave me here to fade and pine. — Cruel ! what traitor could thee hither bring? I curse not, for my heart is lost in thine, Though thou forsakest a deceived thing — A dove forlorn and lost with sick unpruned wing.
Сторінка 32 - Of old romance. These let us wish away, And turn, sole-thoughted, to one Lady there, Whose heart had brooded, all that wintry day, On love, and winged St. Agnes' saintly care, As she had heard old dames full many times declare. They told her how, upon St. Agnes...
Сторінка 41 - Of fruits, and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device, Innumerable of stains and splendid dyes, As are the tiger-moth's deep-damask'd wings; And in the midst, 'mong thousand heraldries, And twilight saints, and dim emblazonings, A shielded scutcheon blush'd with blood of queens and kings.
Сторінка 48 - She hurried at his words, beset with fears, For there were sleeping dragons all around, At glaring watch, perhaps, with ready spears — Down the wide stairs a darkling way they found.
Сторінка 34 - He had a fever late, and in the fit He cursed thee and thine, both house and land ; Then there's that old Lord Maurice, not a whit More tame for his gray hairs— alas me ! flit ! Flit like a ghost away !" "Ah, gossip dear, We're safe enough ; here in this arm-chair sit, And tell me how —
Сторінка 36 - But soon his eyes grew brilliant, when she told His lady's purpose; and he scarce could brook Tears, at the thought of those enchantments cold, And Madeline asleep in lap of legends old.