The Magazine of the beau monde; or, Monthly journal of fashion [afterw.] The Nouveau beau monde; or Magazine of fashion1831 |
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Pàgina 1
... short beret sleeves , long sleeves of white blond lace , very narrow towards the wrist , others wide and gathered round the wrist - boas innumerable , some of them of marabouts . - PETIT COURRIER . HATS . - The shapes continue small ...
... short beret sleeves , long sleeves of white blond lace , very narrow towards the wrist , others wide and gathered round the wrist - boas innumerable , some of them of marabouts . - PETIT COURRIER . HATS . - The shapes continue small ...
Pàgina 2
... short , plaited en evantail , ( fan - like ) , short A velvet biais , a fur band ; but for morning skirt , silk stockings , silver embroidered on the dresses nothing but a very deep hem . Large pelerines buttoning in front , quite plain ...
... short , plaited en evantail , ( fan - like ) , short A velvet biais , a fur band ; but for morning skirt , silk stockings , silver embroidered on the dresses nothing but a very deep hem . Large pelerines buttoning in front , quite plain ...
Pàgina 4
... short beret sleeves , ceinture of wide pink ribbon , fringed . Skirt , deep hem , surmounted by three pink satin rouleaus , terminated on the left with a noeud of satin and small bouquet . Scarf to correspond . Necklace , three rows of ...
... short beret sleeves , ceinture of wide pink ribbon , fringed . Skirt , deep hem , surmounted by three pink satin rouleaus , terminated on the left with a noeud of satin and small bouquet . Scarf to correspond . Necklace , three rows of ...
Pàgina 5
... short beret sleeves , edged with narrow blond . Corsage , drape en coeur , the back plain , with a fall of deep blond turning on the sleeve very full ; a satin rouleau in the hem , white satin slip , the corsage edged with narrow blond ...
... short beret sleeves , edged with narrow blond . Corsage , drape en coeur , the back plain , with a fall of deep blond turning on the sleeve very full ; a satin rouleau in the hem , white satin slip , the corsage edged with narrow blond ...
Pàgina 9
... short time , it was reconstructed ; and the terrible fire from the Turkish lines , not only swept away hundreds of the besieged , but ruined the defences and dismounted the artillery . In this state the knights sent a messenger to the ...
... short time , it was reconstructed ; and the terrible fire from the Turkish lines , not only swept away hundreds of the besieged , but ruined the defences and dismounted the artillery . In this state the knights sent a messenger to the ...
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The Magazine of the beau monde; or, Monthly journal of fashion ..., Volums 4-5 Visualització completa - 1834 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 1 - That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn...
Pàgina 1 - I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
Pàgina 1 - Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these. I bind the Sun's throne with a burning zone And the Moon's with a girdle of pearl ; The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim, When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl. From cape to cape, with a bridge-like shape, Over a torrent sea, Sunbeam proof, I hang like a roof, The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the powers of the air are chained...
Pàgina 68 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...
Pàgina 1 - Over earth and ocean with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea...
Pàgina 82 - This grove is wild with tangling underwood, And the trim walks are broken up, and grass, Thin grass and king-cups grow within the paths. But never elsewhere in one place I knew So many nightingales; and far and near, In wood and thicket, over the wide grove, They answer and provoke each other's song, With skirmish and capricious passagings, And murmurs musical and swift jug jug, And one low piping sound more sweet than all...
Pàgina 1 - May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these.
Pàgina 1 - Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream, The Spirit he loves remains; And I all the while bask in Heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains. The sanguine Sunrise, with his meteor eyes, And his burning plumes outspread...
Pàgina 135 - There is none In all this cold and hollow world, no fount Of deep, strong, deathless love, save that within A mother's heart.
Pàgina 129 - Ah ! fleeter far than fleetest storm or steed, Or the death they bear, The heart which tender thought clothes like a dove With the wings of care ; In the battle, in the darkness, in the need, Shall mine cling to thee, Nor claim one smile for all the comfort, love, It may bring to thee.