The Ladies' SouvenirNathaniel Parker Willis Leavitt and Allen, 379 Broadway, 1853 - 224 стор. |
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... tell . I have heard that Cupid is blind ; but of that I do not believe a word - indeed I have " confirmation strong , " that the malicious little knave has the gift of clairvoyance , aiming at hearts wrapped in the triple foldings of ...
... tell . I have heard that Cupid is blind ; but of that I do not believe a word - indeed I have " confirmation strong , " that the malicious little knave has the gift of clairvoyance , aiming at hearts wrapped in the triple foldings of ...
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... tell us , Harry must now have discovered the mistake he once made , for there was a strange commotion beneath the bodice of Kitty Coleman ; it rose and fell , as nothing but a bounding , throbbing , frightened heart , in the wildest ...
... tell us , Harry must now have discovered the mistake he once made , for there was a strange commotion beneath the bodice of Kitty Coleman ; it rose and fell , as nothing but a bounding , throbbing , frightened heart , in the wildest ...
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... tell , All eyes be muffled , or a hundred swords Will storm his heart , Love's fev'rous citadel . For him those chambers held barbarian hordes , Hyena foemen , and hot - blooded lords , Whose THE EVE OF ST . AGNES . 31.
... tell , All eyes be muffled , or a hundred swords Will storm his heart , Love's fev'rous citadel . For him those chambers held barbarian hordes , Hyena foemen , and hot - blooded lords , Whose THE EVE OF ST . AGNES . 31.
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... ; here in this arm - chair sit , And tell me how - " - " Good saints ! not here ! not here ! Follow me , child , or else these stones will be thy bier . " XIII . He followed through a lowly - arched way 32 THE EVE OF ST . AGNES .
... ; here in this arm - chair sit , And tell me how - " - " Good saints ! not here ! not here ! Follow me , child , or else these stones will be thy bier . " XIII . He followed through a lowly - arched way 32 THE EVE OF ST . AGNES .
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... tell me where is Madeline , " said he , " Oh , tell me , Angela , by the holy loom Which none but secret Sisterhood may see , When they St. Agnes ' wool are weaving piously . " The poet does not make his " little moonlight room " com ...
... tell me where is Madeline , " said he , " Oh , tell me , Angela , by the holy loom Which none but secret Sisterhood may see , When they St. Agnes ' wool are weaving piously . " The poet does not make his " little moonlight room " com ...
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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.