Ainsworth's Magazine: A Miscellany of Romance, General Literature, & Art, 6. kötetWilliam Harrison Ainsworth Chapman and Hall, 1844 |
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... death of the Earl of Essex , which has just occurred , two important military preferments have become vacant , —namely , the lieutenancy of the Tower , and a regiment . These appointments , I need not tell your majesty , are usually ...
... death of the Earl of Essex , which has just occurred , two important military preferments have become vacant , —namely , the lieutenancy of the Tower , and a regiment . These appointments , I need not tell your majesty , are usually ...
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... , these stays are sadly too tight for me . I shall be squeezed to death - ho ! ho ! " At this moment , the serjeant , having driven out both the Frenchmen , came back , and , clasping the unresisting c 2 THE COURT OF QUEEN ANNE . 17.
... , these stays are sadly too tight for me . I shall be squeezed to death - ho ! ho ! " At this moment , the serjeant , having driven out both the Frenchmen , came back , and , clasping the unresisting c 2 THE COURT OF QUEEN ANNE . 17.
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... death upon you without a satisfactory inquiry . You state that you never saw the woman you confess to have murdered , till you did the deed . How then could you have previously written to her , alluding in your letter to a former ...
... death upon you without a satisfactory inquiry . You state that you never saw the woman you confess to have murdered , till you did the deed . How then could you have previously written to her , alluding in your letter to a former ...
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... death of Alexander the Great , met with a fatal solution . The drama here alluded to , is presented to us in the usurpation of the throne of Demetrius Soter , by Alexander Balas , " Lord or King , " a person of low origin , but who was ...
... death of Alexander the Great , met with a fatal solution . The drama here alluded to , is presented to us in the usurpation of the throne of Demetrius Soter , by Alexander Balas , " Lord or King , " a person of low origin , but who was ...
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... death , ” he was so very bad , —Pat inquired , " Where did you say I am going ? " " Dantzic ! " gruffly answered the mate . " What did you say ? " faintly asked Mr. Doyle . " Dantzic ! " replied the mate , as he hurried past . 66 Very ...
... death , ” he was so very bad , —Pat inquired , " Where did you say I am going ? " " Dantzic ! " gruffly answered the mate . " What did you say ? " faintly asked Mr. Doyle . " Dantzic ! " replied the mate , as he hurried past . 66 Very ...
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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.