The New Monthly Magazine, Volumen99Chapman and Hall (Adams and Francis; E.W. Allen), 1853 |
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... walked on with a quick step , " did not Isabel say something on the port to - day about their leaving to- morrow for England ? It was just as that bustle occurred when little Judd was thrown from his horse , and I lost her afterwards ...
... walked on with a quick step , " did not Isabel say something on the port to - day about their leaving to- morrow for England ? It was just as that bustle occurred when little Judd was thrown from his horse , and I lost her afterwards ...
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... walked indifferently about the room while he perused it , humming a scrap of an old , translated Spanish ballad . The first words audible were the following : 66 behold , A baron , all covered with jewels and gold , Arrived at fair ...
... walked indifferently about the room while he perused it , humming a scrap of an old , translated Spanish ballad . The first words audible were the following : 66 behold , A baron , all covered with jewels and gold , Arrived at fair ...
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... walked out of the room , swinging his breakfast- napkin majestically in his hand . Ranged against the wall was an officer from Bow - street , backed by a couple of Dover policemen . The head waiter shut the door . Lucy was engaged with ...
... walked out of the room , swinging his breakfast- napkin majestically in his hand . Ranged against the wall was an officer from Bow - street , backed by a couple of Dover policemen . The head waiter shut the door . Lucy was engaged with ...
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... walked , towards it . " Good God ! " he articulated , clasping his hands . There - seated by him - that being of whom he had taken no notice , was Lucy Chard . " Forgive me , Lucy , " he murmured , springing towards her ; " forgive me ...
... walked , towards it . " Good God ! " he articulated , clasping his hands . There - seated by him - that being of whom he had taken no notice , was Lucy Chard . " Forgive me , Lucy , " he murmured , springing towards her ; " forgive me ...
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... walked to its own tent , in order to be unloaded as quickly as possible , and then enjoy its ease for the rest of the week . " So leben wir , so leben wir , so leben wir alle Tage ! " Meier shouted . " Yes , that would be a pretty story ...
... walked to its own tent , in order to be unloaded as quickly as possible , and then enjoy its ease for the rest of the week . " So leben wir , so leben wir , so leben wir alle Tage ! " Meier shouted . " Yes , that would be a pretty story ...
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Página 78 - Roman nose, And his cheek was like a rose In the snow. But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin Like a staff, And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy crack In his laugh. I know it is a sin For me to sit and grin At him here ; But the old three-cornered hat, And the breeches, and all that, Are so queer! And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree In the spring, Let them smile, as I do now, At the old forsaken bough Where I cling.
Página 412 - For it is not metres, but a metre-making argument that makes a poem, — a thought so passionate and alive that like the spirit of a plant or an animal it has an architecture of its own, and adorns nature with a new thing.
Página 297 - Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house...
Página 296 - O'er wandering brooks and springs unseen, Or columbines, in purple dressed, Nod o'er the ground-bird's hidden nest. Thou waitest late and com'st alone, When woods are bare and birds are flown, And frosts and shortening days portend The aged year is near his end. Then doth thy sweet and quiet eye Look through its fringes to the sky, Blue — blue — as if that sky let fall A flower from its cerulean wall.
Página 298 - I behold them for the first, And my heart swells, while the dilated sight Takes in the encircling vastness. Lo ! they stretch In airy undulations, far away, As if the ocean, in his gentlest swell, Stood still, with all his rounded billows fixed, And motionless for ever.
Página 77 - Ere the pruning-knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the Crier on his round Through the town.
Página 269 - But knowledge is as food, and needs no less Her temperance over appetite, to know In measure what the mind may well contain; Oppresses else with surfeit, and soon turns Wisdom to folly, as nourishment to wind.
Página 296 - The red-bird warbled, as he wrought His hanging nest o'erhead, And fearless, near the fatal spot, Her young the partridge led. But there was weeping far away, And gentle eyes, for him, With watching many an anxious day, Were sorrowful and dim.
Página 449 - I could never hear the AveMary bell* without an elevation, or think it a sufficient warrant, because they erred in one circumstance, for me to err in all, that is, in silence and dumb contempt ; whilst therefore they directed their devotions to her, I offered mine to God, and rectified the errors of their prayers, by rightly ordering mine own.
Página 296 - The mountain wolf and wild-cat stole To banquet on the dead ; — Nor how, when strangers found his bones, They dressed the hasty bier, And marked his grave with nameless stones, Unmoistened by a tear. But long they looked, and feared, and wept, Within his distant home ; And dreamed, and started as they slept, For joy that he was come.