Ballou's Monthly Magazine, Volums 27-28Thomes & Talbot, 1868 |
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Pàgina 18
... seen at home . The feet are lifted up one after another , and descend with a heavy stamp ; sometimes the performers leap or jump up and down on each foot alternately . In all dances the men hold sometimes it is a my , at others they ...
... seen at home . The feet are lifted up one after another , and descend with a heavy stamp ; sometimes the performers leap or jump up and down on each foot alternately . In all dances the men hold sometimes it is a my , at others they ...
Pàgina 31
... seen you - and him . " Cora Ware's face grew pallid as she read . Albert had inherited his father's pride and his fiery temper . It was impossible to guess how far he might go . She could scarcely hope that he would listen to reason ...
... seen you - and him . " Cora Ware's face grew pallid as she read . Albert had inherited his father's pride and his fiery temper . It was impossible to guess how far he might go . She could scarcely hope that he would listen to reason ...
Pàgina 33
... seen , can never forget . Had she lived , he might have been happier and better , but she had been dead twelve years , and no other living being had filled her place in the merchant's heart . She had left him one child , and , despite ...
... seen , can never forget . Had she lived , he might have been happier and better , but she had been dead twelve years , and no other living being had filled her place in the merchant's heart . She had left him one child , and , despite ...
Pàgina 36
... seen it , then a great sob burst from him , and he cried : " O , God be thanked ! it was but a dream . " Another look into the dear eyes of the woman who had loved him , and he sank down on his knees and bowed his head lowly and ...
... seen it , then a great sob burst from him , and he cried : " O , God be thanked ! it was but a dream . " Another look into the dear eyes of the woman who had loved him , and he sank down on his knees and bowed his head lowly and ...
Pàgina 38
... seen of the old martyrs , and , to my eyes , there will always be a sort of halo about his scarred face , for he ... seen Miss Livingston ? " " She was on the Bermuda with us , you know . " " I don't mean that . I was ill , you know ...
... seen of the old martyrs , and , to my eyes , there will always be a sort of halo about his scarred face , for he ... seen Miss Livingston ? " " She was on the Bermuda with us , you know . " " I don't mean that . I was ill , you know ...
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Pàgina 367 - Thou mayst prove false: at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo, If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully: Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won, I'll frown and be perverse and say thee nay, So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond; And therefore thou mayst think my 'haviour light: But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
Pàgina 508 - PIPES of the misty moorlands, Voice of the glens and hills ; The droning of the torrents, The treble of the rills! Not the braes of broom and heather, Nor the mountains dark with rain, Nor maiden bower, nor border tower, Have heard your sweetest strain ! Dear to the Lowland reaper, And plaided mountaineer,- — To the cottage and the castle The Scottish pipes are dear ; — Sweet sounds the ancient pibroch O'er mountain, loch, and glade ; But the sweetest of all music The Pipes at Lucknow played....
Pàgina 415 - We cannot but add, that of this lordly palace, where princes feasted and heroes fought, now in the bloody earnest of storm and siege, and now in the games of chivalry, where beauty dealt the prize which valour won, all is now desolate.
Pàgina 343 - Late, late, so late! and dark the night and chill! Late, late, so late! but we can enter still. Too late, too late! ye cannot enter now. 'No light had we: for that we do repent; And learning this, the bridegroom will relent. Too late, too late! ye cannot enter now.
Pàgina 510 - Here Ehrenbreitstein, with her shatter'd wall Black with the miner's blast, upon her height Yet shows of what she was, when shell and ball Rebounding idly on her strength did light...
Pàgina 12 - It consists of diamonds, pearls, rubies, sapphires, and emeralds, set in silver and gold; it has a crimson velvet cap with ermine border, and is lined with white silk. Its gross weight is 39 oz.
Pàgina 414 - The lordly structure itself, which rose near the centre of this spacious enclosure, was composed of a huge pile of magnificent castellated buildings, apparently of different ages, surrounding an inner court, and bearing in the names attached to each portion of the magnificent mass, and in the armorial bearings which were there blazoned, the emblems of mighty chiefs who had long passed away...
Pàgina 415 - The bed of the lake is but a rushy swamp ; and the massive ruins of the Castle only serve to show what their splendour once was, and to impress on the musing visitor the transitory value of human possessions, and the happiness of those who enjoy a humble lot in virtuous contentment.
Pàgina 381 - Yes, we'll gather at the river, The beautiful, the beautiful river — Gather with the saints at the river That flows by the throne of God.
Pàgina 415 - The external wall of this royal Castle was, on the south and west sides, adorned and defended by a lake partly artificial, across which Leicester had constructed a stately bridge, that Elizabeth might enter the Castle by a path hitherto untrodden, instead of the usual entrance to the northward, over which he had erected a gate-house or barbican, which still exists, and is equal in extent and superior in architecture, to the baronial castle of many a northern chief.