Ainsworth's Magazine: A Miscellany of Romance, General Literature, & Art, Nide 6William Harrison Ainsworth Chapman and Hall, 1844 |
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Sivu 3
... rejoined the queen - " a great regard . His last recommendation to me was- Keep Abigail and her husband always near you . They will serve you faithfully . " " " And we will make good his highness's words , " returned Mrs. Masham ; " but ...
... rejoined the queen - " a great regard . His last recommendation to me was- Keep Abigail and her husband always near you . They will serve you faithfully . " " " And we will make good his highness's words , " returned Mrs. Masham ; " but ...
Sivu 8
... rejoined the duke , sarcastically . " But I will protect the rights of my country , and oppose and confound its enemies as long as I have the power of doing so . " " You are warm , my lord , " said Anne- " needlessly warm . " " Not ...
... rejoined the duke , sarcastically . " But I will protect the rights of my country , and oppose and confound its enemies as long as I have the power of doing so . " " You are warm , my lord , " said Anne- " needlessly warm . " " Not ...
Sivu 9
... rejoined the queen . " He said your grace had no objection to him . " " This is contrary to all etiquette , " cried the duke , unable to conceal his mortification . 66 Why , I have never been consulted on the occasion . Your majesty ...
... rejoined the queen . " He said your grace had no objection to him . " " This is contrary to all etiquette , " cried the duke , unable to conceal his mortification . 66 Why , I have never been consulted on the occasion . Your majesty ...
Sivu 11
... rejoined Parker . At this instant there was another crash of china , followed by an imprecation in the French tongue . " Run to the kitchen , Timperley , and fetch the musket , and the pistols , and the sword , " cried Fishwick . " We ...
... rejoined Parker . At this instant there was another crash of china , followed by an imprecation in the French tongue . " Run to the kitchen , Timperley , and fetch the musket , and the pistols , and the sword , " cried Fishwick . " We ...
Sivu 16
... rejoined Mrs. Tipping , pertly . " Well , I didn't expect such a reception as this , " said Scales , dolefully . " I thought you would be glad to see me . " " So we should , if you had come back as you went " replied Mrs. Tipping ...
... rejoined Mrs. Tipping , pertly . " Well , I didn't expect such a reception as this , " said Scales , dolefully . " I thought you would be glad to see me . " " So we should , if you had come back as you went " replied Mrs. Tipping ...
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Aleppo Antioch Apamea appeared Arabs arrived Auriol Baldred beauty Bimbelot brother brought called Captain character church Colonel cried death Doctor door Doyle duchess Duchess of Marlborough duke Euphrates exclaimed eyes father feeling fire French give Guiscard hand Harley head heard heart Hibblethwaite honour horse hour Hugh John Manesty Kate king lady living look lord madam Manesty Masham mind morning Morocco nature never night once party passed passion Pat Doyle Patrick Doyle person PHAON plain Plumpton poet Polka Party poor Port William portmanteau present Proddy queen rejoined remarkable replied returned river round ruins Sacheverell Saint-John Sandman SAPHO Savidge scene seemed serjeant shewed side soul spirit spot stood story Strabo Syria tears thee thing thou thought tion took town Turkomans turned Varnham voice Westerwood wife Wolsterholme 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 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.