Ainsworth's Magazine: A Miscellany of Romance, General Literature, & Art, Nide 6William Harrison Ainsworth Chapman and Hall, 1844 |
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... heart , " replied Anne . " It is one of the penalties of royalty to be obliged to sacrifice private feelings to public duties . I can open my heart to no one but you . Abigail , " she continued , in a broken voice , " I am now alone . I ...
... heart , " replied Anne . " It is one of the penalties of royalty to be obliged to sacrifice private feelings to public duties . I can open my heart to no one but you . Abigail , " she continued , in a broken voice , " I am now alone . I ...
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... heart . " " Ineffaceable fiddlestick ! " exclaimed Mrs. Tipping , who over- heard the remark . " As if she didn't know you were shamming all the while . Why , bless your simplicity , serjeant , did you think you could impose on us by so ...
... heart . " " Ineffaceable fiddlestick ! " exclaimed Mrs. Tipping , who over- heard the remark . " As if she didn't know you were shamming all the while . Why , bless your simplicity , serjeant , did you think you could impose on us by so ...
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... heart that ever beat , and would not harm a worm . My friends corroborated the poor fellow's statement , and said that I possessed the finest feelings and the most merciful disposition of any of their acquaintance . " Yes , my lord ...
... heart that ever beat , and would not harm a worm . My friends corroborated the poor fellow's statement , and said that I possessed the finest feelings and the most merciful disposition of any of their acquaintance . " Yes , my lord ...
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... heart , But fate was opposed — we were forced to part . We went to the banqueting - hall one night , And nine brimming cups were at once in sight ; Then each of the nine from a goblet quaff'd ; For me , for me only there stood no ...
... heart , But fate was opposed — we were forced to part . We went to the banqueting - hall one night , And nine brimming cups were at once in sight ; Then each of the nine from a goblet quaff'd ; For me , for me only there stood no ...
Sivu 53
... heart throb , thus intolerably ? Dost thou reproach me , old sword ? What ! did I use thee wrong- fully ? Well ... hearts ; and then , when least they are expected , rise up with fearful threatening . In the days of my pride I cast them ...
... heart throb , thus intolerably ? Dost thou reproach me , old sword ? What ! did I use thee wrong- fully ? Well ... hearts ; and then , when least they are expected , rise up with fearful threatening . In the days of my pride I cast them ...
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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 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...
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 178 - 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...
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 391 - 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.
Sivu 177 - 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...
Sivu 83 - ... 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...
Sivu 499 - 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...
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.