The New Monthly Belle Assemblée, 22. kötetJoseph Rogerson |
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... happy delineation , bright wit , or racy humour , showed the versatile powers of the same writer , and even poetry of great beauty frequently emanated from his pen . These pro- ductions , from the form in which they appeared , were sure ...
... happy delineation , bright wit , or racy humour , showed the versatile powers of the same writer , and even poetry of great beauty frequently emanated from his pen . These pro- ductions , from the form in which they appeared , were sure ...
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... happy thro ' life's span , Could fill the cold and misanthropic breast , ' Tis now - when nature sleeps in tranquil rest . BY YQUATT . Once upon a time there lived in 10 Sowing and Reaping . SOWING AND REAPING BY MRS ABDY THE POET BY ...
... happy thro ' life's span , Could fill the cold and misanthropic breast , ' Tis now - when nature sleeps in tranquil rest . BY YQUATT . Once upon a time there lived in 10 Sowing and Reaping . SOWING AND REAPING BY MRS ABDY THE POET BY ...
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... happy all things bright , aye , even as their own joyous spirits ; and little Hans was very happy , in spite of his affliction . If he could not run about like other children , he seemed equally contented to lie on the soft grass , and ...
... happy all things bright , aye , even as their own joyous spirits ; and little Hans was very happy , in spite of his affliction . If he could not run about like other children , he seemed equally contented to lie on the soft grass , and ...
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... happy town of Halberstadt . Its streets no longer echoed to the busy tramping of little feet , or rang with that sweetest of all earthly music , childhood's glad and untroubled laughter . The meadow , erst while the place of sweet and ...
... happy town of Halberstadt . Its streets no longer echoed to the busy tramping of little feet , or rang with that sweetest of all earthly music , childhood's glad and untroubled laughter . The meadow , erst while the place of sweet and ...
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... happy than Ida thinks ? " Happy ! good heavens , my Lord ! how she can ever have seemed happy , I know not : she is not Lord Belmont's wife ! " " Not his wife ! then who in the world is she ? " exclaimed the Countess , quite uncon ...
... happy than Ida thinks ? " Happy ! good heavens , my Lord ! how she can ever have seemed happy , I know not : she is not Lord Belmont's wife ! " " Not his wife ! then who in the world is she ? " exclaimed the Countess , quite uncon ...
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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.