The New Monthly Belle Assemblée, 22. kötetJoseph Rogerson |
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4. oldal
... never of themselves have subdued the haughty ambi- tion of her nature , or effaced the value her con- scious pride of birth attached to rank . It was to a charm before whose subtle power these filter into dross , that she unconsciously ...
... never of themselves have subdued the haughty ambi- tion of her nature , or effaced the value her con- scious pride of birth attached to rank . It was to a charm before whose subtle power these filter into dross , that she unconsciously ...
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... never think them blessings . I never knew a mother's love ; strangers nursed me , hirelings only loved me ; in childhood I scarcely knew that I had a fa- ther - in boyhood he was not one to win my love , and even had he been , could not ...
... never think them blessings . I never knew a mother's love ; strangers nursed me , hirelings only loved me ; in childhood I scarcely knew that I had a fa- ther - in boyhood he was not one to win my love , and even had he been , could not ...
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... never be united , and that he had loved unknown , unsuspected by its object . The portrait had riveted the face upon her memory , but she searched for its liv- ing counterpart in vain . her assent ; and turning to the frontispiece , I ...
... never be united , and that he had loved unknown , unsuspected by its object . The portrait had riveted the face upon her memory , but she searched for its liv- ing counterpart in vain . her assent ; and turning to the frontispiece , I ...
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... never entered our present abode . Few men indeed think seriously of such things ; if their attention is momentarily arrested by some striking instance of mortality , pleasure or business speedily calls them to activity , so the fleeting ...
... never entered our present abode . Few men indeed think seriously of such things ; if their attention is momentarily arrested by some striking instance of mortality , pleasure or business speedily calls them to activity , so the fleeting ...
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... Never could I have believed it possible that a being thus reduced could live ; it was awful to look on her , and think that poor human nature could be reduced to such a state . And she had been so beautiful ? Where was her beauty now ...
... Never could I have believed it possible that a being thus reduced could live ; it was awful to look on her , and think that poor human nature could be reduced to such a state . And she had been so beautiful ? Where was her beauty now ...
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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.