Ainsworth's Magazine: A Miscellany of Romance, General Literature, & Art, Nide 6William Harrison Ainsworth Chapman and Hall, 1844 |
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Sivu 17
... horse , ” cried Sauvageon , trying to knock the crutch from beneath his arm . " Ah ! rascals - ah , cowards ! I'll teach you to play these tricks ! " roared the serjeant in a voice of thunder , and shaking them off with a force that ...
... horse , ” cried Sauvageon , trying to knock the crutch from beneath his arm . " Ah ! rascals - ah , cowards ! I'll teach you to play these tricks ! " roared the serjeant in a voice of thunder , and shaking them off with a force that ...
Sivu 32
... horses . The consul and merchants at Aleppo met with the same inexplicable refusal from the Arabs to be employed on the transport . The agent at Antioch was unable to afford any assistance , and the ex- pedition and its stores lay ...
... horses . The consul and merchants at Aleppo met with the same inexplicable refusal from the Arabs to be employed on the transport . The agent at Antioch was unable to afford any assistance , and the ex- pedition and its stores lay ...
Sivu 33
... horse , under their separate leaders , and defeated the Paynims . The names of Orontes and Orodes are both , according to Colonel Rawlinson , Hellenicized from Erwend , a pure old Persian root . It was on this occasion that Robert ...
... horse , under their separate leaders , and defeated the Paynims . The names of Orontes and Orodes are both , according to Colonel Rawlinson , Hellenicized from Erwend , a pure old Persian root . It was on this occasion that Robert ...
Sivu 34
... horse were led on into the marshy ground , thousands were suddenly fixed immoveable in a deep morass ; the light armed Romans formed around them , and returning upon the then scattered and broken forces , made horrid slaughter , and ...
... horse were led on into the marshy ground , thousands were suddenly fixed immoveable in a deep morass ; the light armed Romans formed around them , and returning upon the then scattered and broken forces , made horrid slaughter , and ...
Sivu 38
... horses , crossing the narrow bridge of Orontes , and plying their way from beneath its arched gateway through its en- cumbered markets and rudely paved streets . This mode of transport proved , however , from the badness of the roads ...
... horses , crossing the narrow bridge of Orontes , and plying their way from beneath its arched gateway through its en- cumbered markets and rudely paved streets . This mode of transport proved , however , from the badness of the roads ...
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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.