Ainsworth's Magazine: A Miscellany of Romance, General Literature, & Art, Nide 6William Harrison Ainsworth Chapman and Hall, 1844 |
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Sivu 11
... give the sequel of that adventure . For some time the valet did not discover that he was a prisoner , not having heard Proddy's manœuvre ; but at length , fancying all still , he tried to get out , and to his dismay , found the means of ...
... give the sequel of that adventure . For some time the valet did not discover that he was a prisoner , not having heard Proddy's manœuvre ; but at length , fancying all still , he tried to get out , and to his dismay , found the means of ...
Sivu 17
... Give me my gilders , I zay , " cried Mrs. Scales , rapping him with her fan . I've done wid you . I'll go bag . " " Yas , give de lady her money , " cried Bimbelot , coming behind him , and trying to trip up his wooden leg . " Ah , ah ...
... Give me my gilders , I zay , " cried Mrs. Scales , rapping him with her fan . I've done wid you . I'll go bag . " " Yas , give de lady her money , " cried Bimbelot , coming behind him , and trying to trip up his wooden leg . " Ah , ah ...
Sivu 22
... give her money . I saw him one day coming along the street , and I pointed him out to her , and asked her if he was the father of her child , as I knew he used to call and see her ? She answered that he was . " " And can you swear that ...
... give her money . I saw him one day coming along the street , and I pointed him out to her , and asked her if he was the father of her child , as I knew he used to call and see her ? She answered that he was . " " And can you swear that ...
Sivu 28
... give me my liberty ; or , now that I am allowed writing materials , I will commit them to paper while they are fresh in my memory . A LAPSE OF FORTY YEAR S. BY MADAME DE CHATELAIN . " GREAT wits jump , " it is said - or , to use a more ...
... give me my liberty ; or , now that I am allowed writing materials , I will commit them to paper while they are fresh in my memory . A LAPSE OF FORTY YEAR S. BY MADAME DE CHATELAIN . " GREAT wits jump , " it is said - or , to use a more ...
Sivu 33
... give summons to Artasia , ( ' Azáz , ) and that stronghold having been obtained possession of , through a revolt of its Christian inhabitants , the army marched for- wards towards Antioch , but they were encountered by the Turks at ...
... give summons to Artasia , ( ' Azáz , ) and that stronghold having been obtained possession of , through a revolt of its Christian inhabitants , the army marched for- wards towards Antioch , but they were encountered by the Turks at ...
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Aleppo Amanus ancient Antioch appeared arrived Auriol Baldred beauty Bimbelot brought called Captain character church Colonel Commagena cried Doctor door Doyle duchess Duchess of Marlborough duke Euphrates exclaimed eyes father favour feeling French Gindarus give Guiscard hand Harley head heard heart honour horse hour Hugh Kate king Kurds lady live look lord madam Manesty Marlborough Masham miles mind morning nature never night occasion once Othello party passed passion Pat Doyle Patrick Doyle person PHAON plain Plumpton poet Polka Party poor present Proddy queen rejoined rendered replied returned river Roman round ruins Sacheverell Saint-John Sandman SAPHO Savidge scene seemed serjeant shew side spirit stood Strabo Syria Tamworth thee Theocritus thing thou thought Tinker tion took town Turkomans turned Varnham village voice Westerwood wife woman words young
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Sivu 179 - 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.
Sivu 179 - 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.
Sivu 495 - 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, Thereby to see the minutes how they run: How many make the hour full complete, How many hours bring about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live.
Sivu 83 - 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...
Sivu 395 - 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 ; Which pillage they with merry march bring...
Sivu 308 - He hath put down the mighty from their seat : and hath exalted the humble and meek.
Sivu 391 - 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...
Sivu 280 - 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.
Sivu 279 - Hail, old patrician trees, so great and good! Hail, ye plebeian under-wood ! Where the poetic birds rejoice, And for their quiet nests and plenteous food Pay, with their grateful voice. Hail, the poor Muses...
Sivu 485 - Ave Maria ! blessed be the hour ! The time, the clime, the spot, where I so oft Have felt that moment in its fullest power Sink o'er the earth so beautiful and soft, While swung the deep bell in the distant tower. Or the faint dying day-hymn stole aloft, And not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the forest leaves seem'd stirr'd with prayer.