Ainsworth's Magazine: A Miscellany of Romance, General Literature, & Art, 6. kötetWilliam Harrison Ainsworth Chapman and Hall, 1844 |
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... brought back with him a Dutch wife . THE WRONG OMNIBUS . BY A PHYSICIAN , CONFINED IN BEDLAM 208 28 • 20 A LAPSE OF FORTY YEARS . BY MADAME DE CHATELAIN . THE BATTLE PLAIN OF IMMA , NOW EL'UMK . BY W. FRANCIS AINSWORTH · TWO POEMS BY ...
... brought back with him a Dutch wife . THE WRONG OMNIBUS . BY A PHYSICIAN , CONFINED IN BEDLAM 208 28 • 20 A LAPSE OF FORTY YEARS . BY MADAME DE CHATELAIN . THE BATTLE PLAIN OF IMMA , NOW EL'UMK . BY W. FRANCIS AINSWORTH · TWO POEMS BY ...
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... brought to bear a project which I have long conceived , for rousing the whole of the high - church party in our favour . The unconscious agent in my scheme is Doctor Henry Sacheverel , rector of Saint Saviour's , Southwark , a bigoted ...
... brought to bear a project which I have long conceived , for rousing the whole of the high - church party in our favour . The unconscious agent in my scheme is Doctor Henry Sacheverel , rector of Saint Saviour's , Southwark , a bigoted ...
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... BROUGHT BACK WITH HIM A DUTCH WIFE . THE Constancy of Mrs. Plumpton and Mrs. Tipping was severely tried . The campaign of 1707 closed without the serjeant's return ; so did that of the following year ; and it seemed doubtful whether the ...
... BROUGHT BACK WITH HIM A DUTCH WIFE . THE Constancy of Mrs. Plumpton and Mrs. Tipping was severely tried . The campaign of 1707 closed without the serjeant's return ; so did that of the following year ; and it seemed doubtful whether the ...
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... brought them by Fishwick , who had ascer- tained from the very best authority , -namely , the duke himself , -that the serjeant was on his way home , and might be hourly expected . Shortly after this , Proddy made his appearance , wear ...
... brought them by Fishwick , who had ascer- tained from the very best authority , -namely , the duke himself , -that the serjeant was on his way home , and might be hourly expected . Shortly after this , Proddy made his appearance , wear ...
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... brought ; but the woman had died in my arms . 66 1 " How pale he looks ! " noted one , observing my features . " How he shakes ! " said another . " I'll swear I saw him with her third . Maybe he did it himself . " ten minutes ago ...
... brought ; but the woman had died in my arms . 66 1 " How pale he looks ! " noted one , observing my features . " How he shakes ! " said another . " I'll swear I saw him with her third . Maybe he did it himself . " ten minutes ago ...
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179. oldal - And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes. Now, Lycidas, the Shepherds weep no more; Henceforth thou art the Genius of the shore, In thy large recompense, and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous flood.
395. oldal - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds...
83. oldal - Dis's waggon! daffodils That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath...
178. oldal - And purple all the ground with vernal flowers. Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy...
179. oldal - Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears; Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
391. oldal - Had fed the feeling of their masters' thoughts. And every sweetness that inspired their hearts. Their minds, and muses on admired themes; If all the heavenly quintessence they still From their immortal flowers of poesy, Wherein, as in a mirror, we perceive The highest reaches of a human wit; If these had made one poem's period, And all combined in beauty's worthiness, Yet should there hover in their restless heads One thought, one grace, one wonder, at the least, Which into words no virtue can digest.
177. oldal - Hath decked their rising cheeks in red, Such as on your lips is spread ! Here be berries for a queen, Some be red, some be green ; These are of that luscious meat, The great god Pan himself doth eat : All these, and what the woods can yield, The hanging mountain or the field, I freely offer...
83. oldal - ... beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright...
499. oldal - Would I were dead! if God's good will were so; For what is in this world but grief and woe? O God! methinks, it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point...
280. oldal - tis, that you should carry me away: And trust me not, my friends, if, every day, I walk not here with more delight, Than ever, after the most happy fight, In triumph to the capitol I rode, To thank the gods, and to be thought, myself, almost a god.