Ainsworth's Magazine: A Miscellany of Romance, General Literature, & Art, 6. kötetWilliam Harrison Ainsworth Chapman and Hall, 1844 |
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... once herself , by turns all womankind ' — and Abigail Hill , who made a lord of her husband , and got her brother pre- ferred to superintend the demolition of Dunkirk fortifications , -not to speak of the subordinate characters , in ...
... once herself , by turns all womankind ' — and Abigail Hill , who made a lord of her husband , and got her brother pre- ferred to superintend the demolition of Dunkirk fortifications , -not to speak of the subordinate characters , in ...
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... once more before the magistrate to have my deliver- ance pronounced by his lips for form's sake . The day to which I had been remanded arrived . The office was crowded ; my wife was there , my own true - hearted wife ; so were my elder ...
... once more before the magistrate to have my deliver- ance pronounced by his lips for form's sake . The day to which I had been remanded arrived . The office was crowded ; my wife was there , my own true - hearted wife ; so were my elder ...
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... once was , poor thing ! " Dined on a boiled chicken and a rice - pudding . Drank toast - and- water as the physician prescribed . If Captain D– had never drank anything else , I should probably never have married Emily . He saw double ...
... once was , poor thing ! " Dined on a boiled chicken and a rice - pudding . Drank toast - and- water as the physician prescribed . If Captain D– had never drank anything else , I should probably never have married Emily . He saw double ...
34. oldal
... once Grecian refinement and Roman hardihood , was destined to succumb before the warlike skill and for- tune of the Pannonian soldier , and to become henceforth a Roman citizen . True , that the indomitable Zabdas bore down the legions ...
... once Grecian refinement and Roman hardihood , was destined to succumb before the warlike skill and for- tune of the Pannonian soldier , and to become henceforth a Roman citizen . True , that the indomitable Zabdas bore down the legions ...
38. oldal
... is the tomb of a holy man , to whom once a year a crowded pilgrimage is made . The two natives we had with us as boatmen , however , made but slow progress , added to which , although the current 38 THE BATTLE PLAIN OF IMMA , NOW EL ' UMK .
... is the tomb of a holy man , to whom once a year a crowded pilgrimage is made . The two natives we had with us as boatmen , however , made but slow progress , added to which , although the current 38 THE BATTLE PLAIN OF IMMA , NOW EL ' UMK .
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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.