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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... immoveable and watchful as the hunter waiting for his prey . A half - hour ,
which , to her , appeared a half - century , passed thus . During this time , on the
upper storey , an incident was taking place which promised to still further
complicate ...
... immoveable and watchful as the hunter waiting for his prey . A half - hour ,
which , to her , appeared a half - century , passed thus . During this time , on the
upper storey , an incident was taking place which promised to still further
complicate ...
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... permitted him to hear everything that passed within . At the first words , he
recognized the voice of Mademoiselle Bailleul , and learnt also that Adolphine
was not in the room . Although he could not account for her absence , he
controlled his ...
... permitted him to hear everything that passed within . At the first words , he
recognized the voice of Mademoiselle Bailleul , and learnt also that Adolphine
was not in the room . Although he could not account for her absence , he
controlled his ...
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Another day and a second night were passed ere the bereaved lady reached
Neuilly . The King received her on her arrival ; and the attendants could only
catch the sound of broken phrases from time to time . “ Oh , my dear Helen ! the
greatest ...
Another day and a second night were passed ere the bereaved lady reached
Neuilly . The King received her on her arrival ; and the attendants could only
catch the sound of broken phrases from time to time . “ Oh , my dear Helen ! the
greatest ...
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... Unknown : "knew erary nuance of feeling that passed in the " I peopled all the
walks and shades minds of others ; she remarked dress , and she With images of
thine ; never unintentionally forgot or mistook a perThis lime - tree was a lady ' s ...
... Unknown : "knew erary nuance of feeling that passed in the " I peopled all the
walks and shades minds of others ; she remarked dress , and she With images of
thine ; never unintentionally forgot or mistook a perThis lime - tree was a lady ' s ...
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What passed , or who was at the Guldenstern , at Bonn , on the Rhine , at whose
the challenger , is not known , but ... off towns but tally wounded - his opponent ' s
sword having passed seldom visited except by some adventurous and into his ...
What passed , or who was at the Guldenstern , at Bonn , on the Rhine , at whose
the challenger , is not known , but ... off towns but tally wounded - his opponent ' s
sword having passed seldom visited except by some adventurous and into his ...
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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...