The New Monthly Belle Assemblée, Volumen 23Joseph Rogerson, 1845 |
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... tion , 245 St. Patrick's Eve , 57 Sketches of Life and Character , 58 Smuggler , the , 58 Steill's Pictorial Spelling Book , 58 Tales from the Eastern Land , 55 Tales from the Phantasus , & c . , of Ludwick Tieck , 119 Thiodolf the ...
... tion , 245 St. Patrick's Eve , 57 Sketches of Life and Character , 58 Smuggler , the , 58 Steill's Pictorial Spelling Book , 58 Tales from the Eastern Land , 55 Tales from the Phantasus , & c . , of Ludwick Tieck , 119 Thiodolf the ...
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... tion ; but I will at present only beg of them to suspend their opinion of me till they reach the end of my story . ) Oh ! how was I followed and flattered during the whole of that spring ! and I received offers of marriage too as well ...
... tion ; but I will at present only beg of them to suspend their opinion of me till they reach the end of my story . ) Oh ! how was I followed and flattered during the whole of that spring ! and I received offers of marriage too as well ...
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... tion ; and when , at the age of three - and - twenty , I refused Lord Welby , who was young , hand- some , wealthy , and amiable , they did not , even by a word or hint , endeavour to induce me to revoke my determination . They ...
... tion ; and when , at the age of three - and - twenty , I refused Lord Welby , who was young , hand- some , wealthy , and amiable , they did not , even by a word or hint , endeavour to induce me to revoke my determination . They ...
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... tion and Fancy , " the freshness and beauty of which no one can either fancy or imagine unless he be won into reading it , has devoted seventy pages to the consideration of a question few are better fitted to solve- " What is Poetry ...
... tion and Fancy , " the freshness and beauty of which no one can either fancy or imagine unless he be won into reading it , has devoted seventy pages to the consideration of a question few are better fitted to solve- " What is Poetry ...
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... tion to the terrified ladies , and lifting the sense- less maiden in his arms , bore her instantly to the open air ; but still she showed no signs of returning animation ; and as he did not dare to leave her , he summoned a street cab ...
... tion to the terrified ladies , and lifting the sense- less maiden in his arms , bore her instantly to the open air ; but still she showed no signs of returning animation ; and as he did not dare to leave her , he summoned a street cab ...
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Página 126 - Her favourite science was the mathematical, Her noblest virtue was her magnanimity, Her wit (she sometimes tried at wit) was Attic all, Her serious sayings darken'd to sublimity; In short, in all things she was fairly what I call A prodigy- her morning dress was dimity, Her evening silk, or, in the summer, muslin, And other stuffs, with which I won't stay puzzling. She knew the Latin- that is, 'the Lord's prayer...
Página 126 - Oh! she was perfect, past all parallel — Of any modern female saint's comparison; So far above the cunning powers of hell, Her guardian angel had given up his garrison: Even her minutest motions went as well As those of the best time-piece made by Harrison. In virtues nothing earthly could surpass her, Save thine 'incomparable oil,
Página 101 - Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth : Glad hearts, without reproach or blot; Who do thy work and know it not; Oh!
Página 126 - s to come Well, to renew : x.1 His mother was a learned lady, famed For every branch of every science known — In every Christian language ever named, With virtues equalled by her wit alone : She made the cleverest people quite ashamed, And even the good with inward envy groan, Finding themselves so very much exceeded, In their own way, by all the things that she did.
Página 113 - tis sometimes sweet to have our quarrels, Particularly with a tiresome friend: Sweet is old wine in bottles, ale in barrels; Dear is the helpless creature we defend Against the world: and dear the schoolboy spot We ne'er forget, though there we are forgot. CXXVII But sweeter still than this, than these, than all, Is first and passionate love— it stands alone, Like Adam's recollection of his fall...
Página 62 - Her hair, I said, was auburn; but her eyes Were black as death, their lashes the same hue, Of downcast length, in whose silk shadow lies Deepest attraction; for when to the view Forth from its raven fringe the full glance flies, Ne'er with such force the swiftest arrow flew; 'Tis as the snake late coil'd, who pours his length, And hurls at once his venom and his strength.
Página 342 - tis a lost fear; Man but a rush against Othello's breast, And he retires. — Where should Othello go? Now, how dost thou look now? O ill-starr'd wench! Pale as thy smock! when we shall meet at compt, This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven, And fiends will snatch at it.
Página 134 - I have no hope in loving thee, I only ask to love ; I brood upon my silent heart, As on its nest the dove. But little have I been beloved, Sad, silent, and alone : And yet I feel, in loving thee, The wide world is mine own. Thine is the name I breathe to Heaven, Thy face is on my sleep ; I only ask that love like this May pray for thee and weep.
Página 175 - Oh ! what a world of beauty A loving heart might plan — If man but did his duty, And helped his brother man ! A SKETCH.
Página 4 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends ; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike.