The New Monthly Belle Assemblée, 22. kötetJoseph Rogerson |
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... tears . After a moment or two she arose , and with an impatient action threw back the heavy tresses that her attitude had brought over her clear broad forehead , and with a look of forced composure , and a prouder step than usual ...
... tears . After a moment or two she arose , and with an impatient action threw back the heavy tresses that her attitude had brought over her clear broad forehead , and with a look of forced composure , and a prouder step than usual ...
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... tears , " the closeness of the atmosphere ren- covered vein in the rich mine of his acquirements , dered the fire that burnt in the wide , old- or to add new resources to a mind so actively fashioned grate ( just for its cheerful look ) ...
... tears , " the closeness of the atmosphere ren- covered vein in the rich mine of his acquirements , dered the fire that burnt in the wide , old- or to add new resources to a mind so actively fashioned grate ( just for its cheerful look ) ...
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... tears . Surprised and distressed , Graham abruptly ceased ; and Lord Lucan , whose attention had at first been attracted by the uncommon beauty , and improvisateur - like style of the young man's recitation , arose ; and as his daughter ...
... tears . Surprised and distressed , Graham abruptly ceased ; and Lord Lucan , whose attention had at first been attracted by the uncommon beauty , and improvisateur - like style of the young man's recitation , arose ; and as his daughter ...
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... tears , my father in a towering passion , half the servants warned off the pre- mises , and your humble servant , with the rest of the household , under marching , or rather sailing orders for France . What can have determined my father ...
... tears , my father in a towering passion , half the servants warned off the pre- mises , and your humble servant , with the rest of the household , under marching , or rather sailing orders for France . What can have determined my father ...
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... tears . Towards evening the musician lifted up his bowed head , and shaking back the dark elf locks from a face even more than usually pale and haggard , commenced playing a wild , mourn- ful air , more like the wailing of a spirit than ...
... tears . Towards evening the musician lifted up his bowed head , and shaking back the dark elf locks from a face even more than usually pale and haggard , commenced playing a wild , mourn- ful air , more like the wailing of a spirit than ...
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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.