The New Monthly Belle Assemblée, Volum 24Joseph Rogerson |
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Pàgina 1
... bright with intelligence and truth , and betraying like a crystal mirror every impulse of the heart- characteristics both of feature and disposition wholly dissimilar to the sons of Spain . His physiognomy told truth . Arthur Stanley ...
... bright with intelligence and truth , and betraying like a crystal mirror every impulse of the heart- characteristics both of feature and disposition wholly dissimilar to the sons of Spain . His physiognomy told truth . Arthur Stanley ...
Pàgina 4
... bright land ; who shall know what thou art there ? Marie , my own beloved , be mine . What to me is race or blood ? I see but the Marie I have loved , I shall ever love . Come with me . Edward has made overtures of peace if I would ...
... bright land ; who shall know what thou art there ? Marie , my own beloved , be mine . What to me is race or blood ? I see but the Marie I have loved , I shall ever love . Come with me . Edward has made overtures of peace if I would ...
Pàgina 10
... bright , Dark with a sad and pensive light , With the red rose in thy hair , love , The red rose in thy hair ! Gentle the sunshine of thy smile , Beaming upon us free from guile , With the red rose in thy hair , love , The red rose in ...
... bright , Dark with a sad and pensive light , With the red rose in thy hair , love , The red rose in thy hair ! Gentle the sunshine of thy smile , Beaming upon us free from guile , With the red rose in thy hair , love , The red rose in ...
Pàgina 12
... bright sun was fleeting Away , in the far - distant sky , to his rest ; The white mists of eve on the mountains were meet- ing , And the wild fowl was seeking her rush - cradled nest , O'er the clear sister lakes , by the dark mountains ...
... bright sun was fleeting Away , in the far - distant sky , to his rest ; The white mists of eve on the mountains were meet- ing , And the wild fowl was seeking her rush - cradled nest , O'er the clear sister lakes , by the dark mountains ...
Pàgina 28
... bright and comfortable that he had no temptation to stir out again , but used to hear Robert say his lessons , while Phebe sat at her mother's feet with her head resting against her knees , forget- ful of all her little troubles . In ...
... bright and comfortable that he had no temptation to stir out again , but used to hear Robert say his lessons , while Phebe sat at her mother's feet with her head resting against her knees , forget- ful of all her little troubles . In ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
admiration appeared battle of Torgau beautiful black lace bless Boadicea breath bright brow Camden Town Catharine Charles Hamblin cheek child colour corsage dark daughter dear death deep delight Don Ferdinand Doria dream dress Durazzo Ebba Eleanora Elfrida exclaimed eyes face fancy father fear feel felt flowers gaze Genoa gentle girl grace GRACE AGUILAR hand happy hath heard heart heaven honour hope hour husband Isabella lace lady light lips look marabouts Marie marriage ment mind Miss morning mother muslin never night o'er once pale passed passementerie passion Phebe poor Purgatory of Suicides racter redingote replied rich robe rose Rossini round satin scarcely scene seemed smile song sorrow soul spirit stood sweet taffeta tears thee thou thought tion trimmed truth trysting tree Valenciennes lace velvet voice wife wild woman words young youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 37 - Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat — Found the one gift of which fortune bereft us, Lost all the others, she lets us devote ; They, with the gold to give, doled him out silver, So much was theirs who so little allowed : How all our copper had gone for his service ! Rags, — were they purple, his heart had been proud...
Pàgina 213 - We must not make a scare-crow of the law, ' Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape, till custom make it Their perch, and not their terror.
Pàgina 37 - We that had loved him so, followed him, honoured him, Lived in his mild and magnificent eye, Learned his great language, caught his clear accents, Made him our pattern to live and to die ! Shakespeare was of us, Milton was for us, Burns, Shelley, were with us, — they watch from their graves ! He alone breaks from the van and the freemen, He alone sinks to the rear and the slaves...
Pàgina 122 - See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul.
Pàgina 37 - One more devils'-triumph and sorrow for angels, One wrong more to man, one more insult to God ! Life's night begins : let him never come back to us ! There would be doubt, hesitation and pain, Forced praise on our part — the glimmer of twilight, Never glad confident morning again...
Pàgina 122 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Pàgina 271 - For over all there hung a cloud of fear ; A sense of mystery the spirit daunted, And said, as plain as whisper in the ear, The place is haunted...
Pàgina 126 - Here the self-torturing sophist, wild Rousseau, The apostle of Affliction, he who threw Enchantment over passion, and from woe Wrung overwhelming eloquence, first drew The breath which made him wretched ; yet he knew How to make madness beautiful, and cast O'er erring deeds and thoughts a heavenly hue Of words, like sunbeams, dazzling as they past The eyes, which o'er them shed tears feelingly and fast.
Pàgina 28 - Who was her father? Who was her mother? Had she a sister? Had she a brother? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet than all other? Alas! for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun ! Oh! it was pitiful! Near a whole city full Home she had none.
Pàgina 62 - And dazzle not thy deep-blue eyes; but, oh! While gazing on them sterner eyes will gush, And into mine my mother's weakness rush, Soft as the last drops round heaven's airy bow. For, through thy long dark lashes, low depending, The soul of melancholy Gentleness Gleams like a seraph from the sky descending, Above...