The Nic-nac: Or, Literary Cabinet, Volumen2T. Wallis, 1824 |
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... COURT , IN THE TIME OF FREDERIC I. ( From Memoirs of the Margravine of Bareith . ) THEY form a suite of six large rooms , which lead to a hall magnificently adorned , and equally remarkable for its paintings and its architecture . At ...
... COURT , IN THE TIME OF FREDERIC I. ( From Memoirs of the Margravine of Bareith . ) THEY form a suite of six large rooms , which lead to a hall magnificently adorned , and equally remarkable for its paintings and its architecture . At ...
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... court itself was unpolished and unmannered . King James's Court was so far from being civil to women , that the ladies , nay , the Queen herself , could hardly pass by the King's apartments , without receiving some affront . ་ At the ...
... court itself was unpolished and unmannered . King James's Court was so far from being civil to women , that the ladies , nay , the Queen herself , could hardly pass by the King's apartments , without receiving some affront . ་ At the ...
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... court yet retain that fashion in the make of their gowns . Captain Silas Taylor says , that in the days of yore , when a church was to be built , they watch- ed and prayed on the vigil of the de- dication , and took that part of the ...
... court yet retain that fashion in the make of their gowns . Captain Silas Taylor says , that in the days of yore , when a church was to be built , they watch- ed and prayed on the vigil of the de- dication , and took that part of the ...
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... court . The last summer , on the day of St. John Baptist , 1694 , I accidentally was walking in the pasture behind Montague house : it was twelve o'clock . I saw there about two or three and twenty young women , most of them on their ...
... court . The last summer , on the day of St. John Baptist , 1694 , I accidentally was walking in the pasture behind Montague house : it was twelve o'clock . I saw there about two or three and twenty young women , most of them on their ...
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... court . The next time Green met Michael , he unwarily described to him the violent conduct and furious ex- pressions of Black Will , which so alarmed the unfaithful servant , that he suspected the ruffian ever after , and was ...
... court . The next time Green met Michael , he unwarily described to him the violent conduct and furious ex- pressions of Black Will , which so alarmed the unfaithful servant , that he suspected the ruffian ever after , and was ...
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Página 165 - And portance in my travel's history; Wherein of antres vast and deserts idle, Rough quarries, rocks, and hills whose heads touch heaven, It was my hint to speak, — such was the process: And of the Cannibals that each other eat, The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders.
Página 240 - He that hath pity upon the poor lendeth unto the LORD; and that which he hath given will he pay him again.
Página 348 - And it came to pass in Iconium, that they went both together into the synagogue of the Jews, and so spake, that a great multitude both of the Jews and also of the Greeks believed.
Página 165 - Caora are a nation of people, whose heads appear not above their shoulders; which, though it may be thought a mere fable, yet for mine own part I am resolved it is true, because every child in the provinces of Arromaia and Canuri affirm the same; they are called Ewaipanoma. They are reported to have their eyes in their shoulders, and their mouths in the middle of their breasts, and that a long train of hair groweth backward between their shoulders.
Página 113 - I thank God that I have been enabled to come here this day — to perform my duty, and to speak on a subject which has so deeply impressed my mind. I am old and infirm...
Página 203 - Why dost thou build the hall, son of the winged days? Thou lookest from thy towers today; yet a few years, and the blast of the desert comes; it howls in thy empty court, and whistles round thy half-worn shield.
Página 288 - I'LL tell you a story that's not in Tom Moore : — Young Love likes to knock at a pretty girl's door : So he called upon Lucy — 'twas just ten o'clock — Like a spruce single man, with a smart double knock. Now, a handmaid, whatever her fingers be at, Will run like a puss when she hears a rat-tat- : So Lucy ran up — and in two seconds more Had questioned the stranger and answered the door.
Página 358 - River*, that rollest by the ancient walls, ' Where dwells the lady of my love, when she • Walks by thy brink, and there perchance recalls ' A faint and fleeting memory of me ; ' What if thy deep and ample stream should be ' A mirror of my heart, where she may read " The thousand thoughts I now betray to thee.
Página 11 - In every parish is (or was) a church-house, to which belonged spits, crocks, &c., utensils for dressing provision. Here the housekeepers met and were merry, and gave their charity. The young people were there too, and had dancing, bowling, shooting at butts, &c., the ancients sitting gravely by, and looking on. All things were civil, and without scandal.
Página 270 - Restless — and soon to pass away! Yet, ere that leaf shall fall and fade, The parent tree will mourn its shade, The winds bewail the leafless tree — But none shall breathe a sigh for me! My life is like the prints which feet Have left on Tampa's desert strand; Soon as the rising tide shall beat, All trace will vanish from the sand; Yet, as if grieving to efface All vestige of the human race, On that lone shore loud moans the sea — But none, alas! shall mourn for me!