Ainsworth's Magazine: A Miscellany of Romance, General Literature, & Art, Nide 6William Harrison Ainsworth Chapman and Hall, 1844 |
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Sivu 17
... lady her money , " cried Bimbelot , coming behind him , and trying to trip up his wooden leg . " Ah , ah ! mon brave , you are prettily hen - peck - ha ! ha ! " " Oui , oui , de gray mare is clearly de better horse , " cried Sauvageon ...
... lady her money , " cried Bimbelot , coming behind him , and trying to trip up his wooden leg . " Ah , ah ! mon brave , you are prettily hen - peck - ha ! ha ! " " Oui , oui , de gray mare is clearly de better horse , " cried Sauvageon ...
Sivu 29
... Lady R's youngest daughter . " Called on Mrs Summerton . Her five daughters each played on the piano or sung , and ... ladies in their boxes . Mrs. Hartly has left off her weeds , and looks very pretty . She told me that Henrietta B- was ...
... Lady R's youngest daughter . " Called on Mrs Summerton . Her five daughters each played on the piano or sung , and ... ladies in their boxes . Mrs. Hartly has left off her weeds , and looks very pretty . She told me that Henrietta B- was ...
Sivu 30
... lady will sing the part of the high priest . Now - a - days , the whole aim of the scenic tribe is to do something that they are most unfitted for . Nevertheless , I shall take a box , and twenty pit tickets ; for having been at her ...
... lady will sing the part of the high priest . Now - a - days , the whole aim of the scenic tribe is to do something that they are most unfitted for . Nevertheless , I shall take a box , and twenty pit tickets ; for having been at her ...
Sivu 51
... lady , a devotee , who was on her knees before her patron saint , in a corner of the chapel , near the altar . This was a Mrs. Mable M'Gregor , who had escaped to the Continent with her husband , Captain Hugh M'Gregor , from Scotland ...
... lady , a devotee , who was on her knees before her patron saint , in a corner of the chapel , near the altar . This was a Mrs. Mable M'Gregor , who had escaped to the Continent with her husband , Captain Hugh M'Gregor , from Scotland ...
Sivu 52
... lady . " Shadrach grinned , exhibiting a mouthful of sharkish - looking teeth , and said " I never have nothing to do vith young ladysh , except among my own peoples . " Pat Doyle took out the pearl necklace , and told Shadrach that a ...
... lady . " Shadrach grinned , exhibiting a mouthful of sharkish - looking teeth , and said " I never have nothing to do vith young ladysh , except among my own peoples . " Pat Doyle took out the pearl necklace , and told Shadrach that a ...
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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.