Ainsworth's Magazine: A Miscellany of Romance, General Literature, & Art, 6. kötetWilliam Harrison Ainsworth Chapman and Hall, 1844 |
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20. oldal
... lights were 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 ...
... lights were 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 ...
34. oldal
... light armed Romans formed around them , and returning upon the then scattered and broken forces , made horrid slaughter , and decided the fate of the day ; which a well - conducted retreat along the vale of Colo - Syria to Emesa , and ...
... light armed Romans formed around them , and returning upon the then scattered and broken forces , made horrid slaughter , and decided the fate of the day ; which a well - conducted retreat along the vale of Colo - Syria to Emesa , and ...
42. oldal
... light could be thrown upon the events of olden time , it will be seen how much we have left unnoticed , and that few limited tracts of territory have been more stained by the blood of battles and sullied with human gore than the one now ...
... light could be thrown upon the events of olden time , it will be seen how much we have left unnoticed , and that few limited tracts of territory have been more stained by the blood of battles and sullied with human gore than the one now ...
44. oldal
... light stores , by camels and mules , direct from Amelia depot to Port William , by the iron bridge . Thus , by the latter end of June , the transport may be said to have been in full operation . TWO POEMS BY ANASTASIUS GRÜN ...
... light stores , by camels and mules , direct from Amelia depot to Port William , by the iron bridge . Thus , by the latter end of June , the transport may be said to have been in full operation . TWO POEMS BY ANASTASIUS GRÜN ...
59. oldal
... drew him aside , and they conversed for a couple of minutes . " I think , " said Lord Silverstick , " as the moon is high , and gives a pretty equal light , and as the ground appears JOHN MANESTY , THE LIVERPOOL MERCHANT . 59.
... drew him aside , and they conversed for a couple of minutes . " I think , " said Lord Silverstick , " as the moon is high , and gives a pretty equal light , and as the ground appears JOHN MANESTY , THE LIVERPOOL MERCHANT . 59.
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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.