The Magazine of the beau monde; or, Monthly journal of fashion [afterw.] The Nouveau beau monde; or Magazine of fashion |
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Pàgina 15
Scanty felt the changes that desolated his home ; but the harvests year after year , his cattle swept off . by dis- calmness of his mother's despair terrified him into ease ; some fatality seemed to attend all his exertions , silence ...
Scanty felt the changes that desolated his home ; but the harvests year after year , his cattle swept off . by dis- calmness of his mother's despair terrified him into ease ; some fatality seemed to attend all his exertions , silence ...
Pàgina 16
Kiss me , mother , prison in which it is but feebly held . and I will go to work " It was on a faint evening of ripe autumn that “ Go , my son , " said the enfcebled mother , “ for I Edward passed on towards his home , repining against ...
Kiss me , mother , prison in which it is but feebly held . and I will go to work " It was on a faint evening of ripe autumn that “ Go , my son , " said the enfcebled mother , “ for I Edward passed on towards his home , repining against ...
Pàgina 41
... form that one night entered my Perhaps I ought to have mentioned that Agatha was chamber convinced me that the mother's prayer was an only child ; but let me justify myself — her riches had not anregarded . no weight with me .
... form that one night entered my Perhaps I ought to have mentioned that Agatha was chamber convinced me that the mother's prayer was an only child ; but let me justify myself — her riches had not anregarded . no weight with me .
Pàgina 46
The mother sheds not a tear ; the chief turns aside his head , and his companions avert their eyes ... the bandit tears the infant corpse from the Conceiving him to be a soldier who had deserted mother's arm , and dashes it with ...
The mother sheds not a tear ; the chief turns aside his head , and his companions avert their eyes ... the bandit tears the infant corpse from the Conceiving him to be a soldier who had deserted mother's arm , and dashes it with ...
Pàgina 47
I vow my fetters to furswear ,To hate thee in love's deep despairI strive , -ihe curse becomes a prayer :to her mother , her poor deserted mother , who is now perhaps , no more-- her child murdered in her arms— presents itself to her ...
I vow my fetters to furswear ,To hate thee in love's deep despairI strive , -ihe curse becomes a prayer :to her mother , her poor deserted mother , who is now perhaps , no more-- her child murdered in her arms— presents itself to her ...
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The Magazine of the beau monde; or, Monthly journal of fashion ..., Volums 4-5 Visualització completa - 1834 |
The Magazine of the beau monde; or, Monthly journal of fashion ..., Volum 8 Visualització completa - 1838 |
The Magazine of the beau monde; or, Monthly journal of fashion [afterw.] The ... Visualització completa - 1842 |
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Passatges populars
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 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 131 - 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 125 - 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.