The Ladies' Cabinet of Fashion, Music, and Romance

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Margaret De Courcy, Beatrice De Courcy
G. Henderson, Old Bailey, 1832
An illustrated women's magazine; includes extracts from novels, short stories, reviews, aphorisms, songs, philosophical discussions, and detailed descriptions of the latest clothing fashions from London and Paris.

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Pàgina 325 - his rest, With his martial cloak around him. • • • * Slowly and sadly we laid him down. From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carved not a line—we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Pàgina 225 - Oh 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, Thereby to see the minutes how they run : How many
Pàgina 225 - years a mortal man may live. When this is known, then to divide the time ; So many hours must I tend my flock, So many hours must I take my rest, So many hours must I contemplate, So many hours must I sport myself, So many days my ewes have heen with young, So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean, So minutes,
Pàgina 226 - canopy To kings that fear their subjects' treachery } Oh yes, it doth ; a thousandfold it doth. And to conclude—the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leathern bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade,— All which secure and sweetly he enjoys,— Is far beyond a
Pàgina 337 - not 1 with thine! See the mountains kiss high heaven, And the waves clasp one another; No sister flower would he forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth,
Pàgina 337 - LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY. The fountains mingle with the river, And the rivers with the ocean, The winds of heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion ; Nothing in the world is
Pàgina 229 - snn ; and if all the shepherds in the forest had been there to have assisted him, they could not have effected it with greater propriety. All that I can farther say is, that I never felt so grateful to any creature below the sun, as I did to my honest Sirrah that morning.
Pàgina 126 - Or, if thou hast uphoarded in thy life Extorted treasure in the womb of earth, For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death— Speak of it.
Pàgina 340 - rant Of purpled madmen, were they numbered all From Roman Nero, down to Russian Paul, Could grate upon my ear so mean, so base. As the rank jargon of that factious race, Who, poor of heart, and prodigal of words, Born to be slaves, and struggling to be lords, But pant for licence, while they spuru
Pàgina 291 - education; My life, and education, both do learn me How to respect you; you are the lord of duty, I am hitherto your daughter: but,—here's my husband.

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