The New Monthly Belle Assemblée, 22. kötetJoseph Rogerson |
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13. oldal
... better land whither his favourite had joyfully together , and wave him on to follow her ; already gone . While the mother felt awe- but at that moment , and while her face still stricken , as she watched the changes that past turned to ...
... better land whither his favourite had joyfully together , and wave him on to follow her ; already gone . While the mother felt awe- but at that moment , and while her face still stricken , as she watched the changes that past turned to ...
20. oldal
... better bear it than suspense . " " Minie was too anxious , my love . You know she is very young to endure anything like care . Will you promise me to try and be calm , and not magnify evil , if I let you read this letter ? Ferrers ...
... better bear it than suspense . " " Minie was too anxious , my love . You know she is very young to endure anything like care . Will you promise me to try and be calm , and not magnify evil , if I let you read this letter ? Ferrers ...
24. oldal
... better for our peace that this cloud of uncertainty overshadows it , preventing alike the wretchedness we should suffer from the prospect of unavoidable misery , and the equally dangerous anticipation of reserved pleasure . The past ...
... better for our peace that this cloud of uncertainty overshadows it , preventing alike the wretchedness we should suffer from the prospect of unavoidable misery , and the equally dangerous anticipation of reserved pleasure . The past ...
25. oldal
... better regions , when a year has flown , rejoices for the happy beings whom it has delivered from troubles , but mourns over the myriads who have sunk into their graves in mental ignorance during its rapid progress . The Man of Science ...
... better regions , when a year has flown , rejoices for the happy beings whom it has delivered from troubles , but mourns over the myriads who have sunk into their graves in mental ignorance during its rapid progress . The Man of Science ...
33. oldal
... better than his late ; And learn'd monopoliser's babble- " This comes of educating rabble ! " But when no more the bursting day Darkens the optics with its ray , The dazzled man no longer reels , But soon its glorious influence feels ...
... better than his late ; And learn'd monopoliser's babble- " This comes of educating rabble ! " But when no more the bursting day Darkens the optics with its ray , The dazzled man no longer reels , But soon its glorious influence feels ...
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46. oldal - And thou shalt be brought down, and shalt speak out of the ground, and thy speech shall be low out of the dust, and thy voice shall be, as of one that hath a familiar spirit, out of the ground, and thy speech shall whisper out of the dust.
44. oldal - And if he trespass against thee seven times in a day, and seven times in a day turn again to thee, saying, I repent; thou shalt forgive him.
132. oldal - And the voice of my mourning is o'er, And the mountains behold me no more : If the hand that I love lay me low, There cannot be pain in the blow ! nr.
132. oldal - Though the virgins of Salem lament, Be the judge and the hero unbent! I have won the great battle for thee, And my Father and Country are free! When this blood of thy giving hath gush'd, When the voice that thou lovest is hush'd, Let my memory still be thy pride, And forget not I smiled as I died!
64. oldal - Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, From garret to basement, She stood with amazement, Houseless by night. The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver, But not the dark arch, Or the black flowing river ; Mad from life's history, Glad to death's mystery Swift to be hurled — Anywhere, anywhere Out of the world ! In she plunged boldly, No matter how coldly The rough river ran.
252. oldal - IT is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale's high note is heard ; It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whispered word ; And gentle winds, and waters near, Make music to the lonely ear. Each flower the dews have lightly wet, And in the sky the stars are met, And on the wave is deeper blue, And on the leaf a browner hue...
1. oldal - Oh, Love! what is it in this world of ours Which makes it fatal to be loved? Ah why With cypress branches hast thou wreathed thy bowers, And made thy best interpreter a sigh? As those who dote on odours pluck the flowers, And place them on their breast — but place to die — Thus the frail beings we would fondly cherish Are laid within our bosoms but to perish.
60. oldal - Her lover sinks— she sheds no ill-timed tear; Her chief is slain — she fills his fatal post ; Her fellows flee — she checks their base career ; The foe retires — she heads the sallying host...
19. oldal - For still there comes a fear, When brow like thine looks happiest, That grief is then most near. There lurks a dread in all delight, A shadow near each ray, That warns us then to fear their flight, When most we wish their stay.
373. oldal - Seven years, my lord, have now past since I waited in your outward rooms or was repulsed from your door; during which time I have been pushing on my work through difficulties of which it is useless to complain, and have brought it, at last, to the verge of publication, without one act of assistance, one word of encouragement, or one smile of favour.