The New Monthly Belle Assemblée, 72-73. kötetJoseph Rogerson, 1870 |
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8. oldal
... face at these words . Snatch- ing her strange guest's hand , she kissed it pas- sionately , and , calling on all the saints to bless and reward him , she rushed from the room . " Not much chance the little one will think of my hunger or ...
... face at these words . Snatch- ing her strange guest's hand , she kissed it pas- sionately , and , calling on all the saints to bless and reward him , she rushed from the room . " Not much chance the little one will think of my hunger or ...
45. oldal
... face to face " with the minuter part of God's creation ; " and many of the objects seen through it are beautifully illustrated , from the author's drawings , in the Like all lovers elegant little volume before us . of Nature , the Hon ...
... face to face " with the minuter part of God's creation ; " and many of the objects seen through it are beautifully illustrated , from the author's drawings , in the Like all lovers elegant little volume before us . of Nature , the Hon ...
52. oldal
... face and head ! How fine and delicate his teeth , like a weasel's or cat's ! When about a third grown , he looks so well that one covets him for a pet . He is quite preco- cious , however , and capable , even at this tender age , of ...
... face and head ! How fine and delicate his teeth , like a weasel's or cat's ! When about a third grown , he looks so well that one covets him for a pet . He is quite preco- cious , however , and capable , even at this tender age , of ...
84. oldal
... face I had ever seen . As I took my seat , and opened my napkin , the cut- ler's widow inclined her head in the direction of the apparition , and uttered the words Miss Brentnall . ' I cast a glance and a bow in the same quarter ...
... face I had ever seen . As I took my seat , and opened my napkin , the cut- ler's widow inclined her head in the direction of the apparition , and uttered the words Miss Brentnall . ' I cast a glance and a bow in the same quarter ...
86. oldal
... face is the most unlovely in the world . Say it to please me ! ' " I saw she was in deep earnest , and I brought myself to answer for her sake : " Well . But your soul is the most lovely ! ' " I thank you for saying it , Orloff . And ...
... face is the most unlovely in the world . Say it to please me ! ' " I saw she was in deep earnest , and I brought myself to answer for her sake : " Well . But your soul is the most lovely ! ' " I thank you for saying it , Orloff . And ...
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174. oldal - I have nought that is fair?" saith he; "Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.
53. oldal - And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
53. oldal - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an Eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist...
53. oldal - Read from some humbler poet. Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start...
174. oldal - Was it a mother's, soft and white? And have the lips of a sister fair Been baptized in the waves of light? God knows best! he was somebody's love: Somebody's heart enshrined him there; Somebody wafted his name above, Night and morn, on the wings of prayer. Somebody wept when he marched away, Looking so handsome, brave, and grand; Somebody's kiss on his forehead lay; Somebody clung to his parting hand.
222. oldal - Fine linen with broidered work from Egypt was that which thou spreadest forth to be thy sail; blue and purple from the isles of Elishah was that which covered thee.
174. oldal - Pale are the lips of delicate mould — Somebody's darling is dying now. Back from the beautiful blue-veined brow Brush the wandering waves of gold; Cross his hands on his bosom now — Somebody's darling is still and cold. Kiss him once for Somebody's sake; Murmur a prayer, soft and low; One bright curl from the cluster take — They were Somebody's pride, you know. Somebody's hand hath rested there; Was it a mother's, soft and white?
293. oldal - Barere approached nearer than any person mentioned in history or fiction, whether man or devil, to the idea of consummate and universal depravity. In him the qualities which are the proper objects of hatred, and the qualities which are the proper objects of contempt, preserve an exquisite and absolute harmony. In almost every particular sort of wickedness he has had rivals. His sensuality was immoderate ; but this was a failing...
222. oldal - See, I have called by name Bezaleel the son of Uri, the son of Hur, of the tribe of Judah : and I have filled him with the spirit of God, in wisdom, and in understanding, and in knowledge, and in all manner of workmanship...
310. oldal - They are like the troubled sea, that cannot rest; whose waters cast up mire and dirt.