Sharpe's London magazine, a journal of entertainment and instruction. [entitled] Sharpe's London journal. [entitled] Sharpe's London magazine, conducted by mrs. S.C. Hall, Том 1Anna Maria Hall |
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... eyes were bright , and he seemed restless , as though he would depart , but dared not stir . Then came a maiden , whose cheeks were co- vered with a damask blush , whose eyes were bright like the evening star , whose gentle tread could ...
... eyes were bright , and he seemed restless , as though he would depart , but dared not stir . Then came a maiden , whose cheeks were co- vered with a damask blush , whose eyes were bright like the evening star , whose gentle tread could ...
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... eye - balls , and covered the body with the work she found in its hands . She was an easy prey , " said the young man ... eyes have reflected back so bright 66 a lustre , that none would believe the sick ones were about to die . I love ...
... eye - balls , and covered the body with the work she found in its hands . She was an easy prey , " said the young man ... eyes have reflected back so bright 66 a lustre , that none would believe the sick ones were about to die . I love ...
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... eyes in thinking of her , and that she would come - to be sure she was a hundred miles away , on her estate ; but , no matter , it could very well happen that she should come . She liked to surprise people , and come unawares upon them ...
... eyes in thinking of her , and that she would come - to be sure she was a hundred miles away , on her estate ; but , no matter , it could very well happen that she should come . She liked to surprise people , and come unawares upon them ...
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... eyes were illu- mined as if by magic . " Be your messenger , sir ? —indeed I would . " " Who could answer for your character ? " " My mother , sir ; she knows me best , " he replied with great simplicity . " But who knows her ? " said ...
... eyes were illu- mined as if by magic . " Be your messenger , sir ? —indeed I would . " " Who could answer for your character ? " " My mother , sir ; she knows me best , " he replied with great simplicity . " But who knows her ? " said ...
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... eyes until they became quite red ; she rubbed the window - glass with her hand- kerchief ( that was torn ) ; and at last her hands fell into her lap , and large tears coursed each other over her pale cheeks ; she pressed her eyes , and ...
... eyes until they became quite red ; she rubbed the window - glass with her hand- kerchief ( that was torn ) ; and at last her hands fell into her lap , and large tears coursed each other over her pale cheeks ; she pressed her eyes , and ...
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Сторінка 182 - THE BODY of BENJAMIN FRANKLIN, Printer, (like the cover of an old book, its contents torn out, and stript of its lettering and gilding) lies here food for worms ; yet the work itself shall not be lost, for it will (as he believed) appear once more in a new and more beautiful edition, corrected and amended by THE AUTHOR.
Сторінка 40 - Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful. But his delight is in the law of the Lord, and in his law doth he meditate day and night.
Сторінка 281 - He that at midnight, when the very labourer sleeps securely, should hear, as I have very often, the clear airs, the sweet descants, the natural rising and falling, the doubling and redoubling of her voice, might well be lifted above earth, and say, Lord, what music hast thou provided for the Saints in Heaven, when thou affordest bad men such music on Earth...
Сторінка 23 - A THING of beauty is a joy for ever : Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Сторінка 173 - The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In Liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which all Europe rings from side to side. This thought might lead me through the world's vain mask Content though blind, had I no better guide.
Сторінка 173 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Сторінка 366 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Сторінка 241 - Thy people shall be willing in the day of thy power, in the beauties of holiness from the womb of the morning : thou hast the dew of thy youth.
Сторінка 40 - Methinks I hear some of you say, Must a Man afford himself no Leisure? I will tell thee, my friend, what Poor Richard says, Employ thy Time well, if thou meanest to gain Leisure; and, since thou art not sure of a Minute, throw not away an Hour.
Сторінка 369 - Embattled in her field ; and the humble shrub, And bush with frizzled hair implicit : last Rose, as in dance, the stately trees, and spread Their branches hung with copious fruit, or gemm'd Their blossoms : with high woods the hills were crown'd ; With tufts the valleys and each fountain side ; With borders long the rivers...