The People's magazine, 1. kötet1867 |
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... Robert , a Poet of the People , 9 Bloomfield , Robert , Letter from a Correspondent , 272 Boadicea , 360 Boiste and the Emperor Napoleon , 299 Bondagers . By Cuthbert Bede , 362 Bonnets , on , 544 Bonny and the Palm - Oil Trade , 797 ...
... Robert , a Poet of the People , 9 Bloomfield , Robert , Letter from a Correspondent , 272 Boadicea , 360 Boiste and the Emperor Napoleon , 299 Bondagers . By Cuthbert Bede , 362 Bonnets , on , 544 Bonny and the Palm - Oil Trade , 797 ...
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ROBERT BLOOMFIELD , born Dec. 3rd , 1766 ; died Aug. 19th , 1823 . From the Original Painting by Rising , in the possession of Bloomfield's daughters . the victories of Magenta and Solferino . The canons rayées. A POET OF THE PEOPLE . HE ...
ROBERT BLOOMFIELD , born Dec. 3rd , 1766 ; died Aug. 19th , 1823 . From the Original Painting by Rising , in the possession of Bloomfield's daughters . the victories of Magenta and Solferino . The canons rayées. A POET OF THE PEOPLE . HE ...
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... Robert his 66 craft , while Nathaniel , who was a tailor , promised to find him in clothes . Upon this , Mrs. Glover herself , so careful was she , brought Robert to London , and solemnly charged her eldest son , as " he valued a ...
... Robert his 66 craft , while Nathaniel , who was a tailor , promised to find him in clothes . Upon this , Mrs. Glover herself , so careful was she , brought Robert to London , and solemnly charged her eldest son , as " he valued a ...
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LADY JANE GREY REFUSING THE CROWN . C by her attachment to young Robert Dudley , afterwards the. LADY JANE GREY . 25.
LADY JANE GREY REFUSING THE CROWN . C by her attachment to young Robert Dudley , afterwards the. LADY JANE GREY . 25.
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... Robert . I have had an interview with Hargrove , but he is so close there is no getting an accurate notion of anything from him . I wish Robert would consent to a thorough overhauling of Hargrove's books . He was always muddle - headed ...
... Robert . I have had an interview with Hargrove , but he is so close there is no getting an accurate notion of anything from him . I wish Robert would consent to a thorough overhauling of Hargrove's books . He was always muddle - headed ...
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24. oldal - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way?
24. oldal - Teaches thy way along that pathless coast— The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest. Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet, on my heart Deeply...
92. oldal - Where all the ruddy family around Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail, Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale ; Or press the bashful stranger to his food, And learn the luxury of doing good.
93. oldal - I put the cork into the bottle, desired he 'Would be calm, and began to talk to him of the means by which he might be extricated. He then told me that he had a novel ready for the press, which he produced to me. I looked into it, and saw its merit; told the landlady I should soon return, and having gone to a bookseller, sold it for sixty pounds. I brought Goldsmith the money, and he discharged his rent, not without rating his landlady in a high tone for having used him so ill.
24. oldal - I must do it, as it were, in such weight, measure, and number, even so perfectly, as God made the world, or else I am so sharply taunted, so cruelly threatened — yea, presently sometimes, with pinches, nips and bobs, and other ways, which I will not name for the honour I bear them, so without measure misordered — that I think myself in hell, till time come that I must go to Mr.
119. oldal - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care, No children run to lisp their sire's return Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
24. oldal - and tell you a truth which,- perchance, ye will marvel at. One of the greatest benefits that ever God gave me, is, that he sent me so sharp and severe parents, and so gentle a schoolmaster. For when I am in presence...
8. oldal - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
93. oldal - I perceived that he had already changed my guinea, and had got a bottle of madeira and a glass before him. I put the cork into the bottle, desired he would be calm, and began to talk to him of the means by which he might be extricated. He then told me that he had a novel ready for the press, which he produced to me.
244. oldal - 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.