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 57
... voice inviting her to partake of the repast , but no one appears . After this sumptuous banquet is re- moved , she listens to a delightful concert , which pro- ceeds from unseen musicians . In this enchanting residence she is espoused ...
... voice inviting her to partake of the repast , but no one appears . After this sumptuous banquet is re- moved , she listens to a delightful concert , which pro- ceeds from unseen musicians . In this enchanting residence she is espoused ...
Pàgina 58
... voice proclaims , And to the living shall the sound be heard : - Behold , he comes ! in pestilence , in flames , In war , in ruin , and in deeds abhorr'd . He comes ! the world is quiv'ring at his name , He comes with millions prostrate ...
... voice proclaims , And to the living shall the sound be heard : - Behold , he comes ! in pestilence , in flames , In war , in ruin , and in deeds abhorr'd . He comes ! the world is quiv'ring at his name , He comes with millions prostrate ...
Pàgina 59
... voice ring one appear alle f 300 Puințian a moved , sut sure as tabuktak , season ceeds from Aurot ne residence sue is existand an Cupid . Her husvag .. #a bids her to attemp is In these circumstances piness depended one in 1 ' .. uses ...
... voice ring one appear alle f 300 Puințian a moved , sut sure as tabuktak , season ceeds from Aurot ne residence sue is existand an Cupid . Her husvag .. #a bids her to attemp is In these circumstances piness depended one in 1 ' .. uses ...
Pàgina 62
... voice faltered for a moment , and again she pro- ceeded : When I have heard you whisper so oft the endearing words of affection , and speak of our mutual happiness , I knew it would not last - I knew it would not last . ' Sobs choked ...
... voice faltered for a moment , and again she pro- ceeded : When I have heard you whisper so oft the endearing words of affection , and speak of our mutual happiness , I knew it would not last - I knew it would not last . ' Sobs choked ...
Pàgina 63
... voice of man , no sound of life was to be The heard . I arrived at the termination of the rooms , and it was Agatha's sleeping chamber . Was it indeed a human form I beheld reclining on a couch , or was it a creation of my own fancy . I ...
... voice of man , no sound of life was to be The heard . I arrived at the termination of the rooms , and it was Agatha's sleeping chamber . Was it indeed a human form I beheld reclining on a couch , or was it a creation of my own fancy . I ...
Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
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 3 - 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 3 - 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 3 - 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 102 - 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 3 - 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 83 - 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 3 - 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 3 - 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 137 - 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 131 - 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.