Ainsworth's Magazine: A Miscellany of Romance, General Literature, & Art, Band 6William Harrison Ainsworth Chapman and Hall, 1844 |
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... hour ago . " I was about to interrupt , but the inspector imposed silence . " Are you positive of his identity ? " he asked of the witness . " I am positive that the man I saw talking to the woman who was found with her throat cut is ...
... hour ago . " I was about to interrupt , but the inspector imposed silence . " Are you positive of his identity ? " he asked of the witness . " I am positive that the man I saw talking to the woman who was found with her throat cut is ...
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... former prisoners , who had occupied that cell , must have experienced , when they had yet two days to live , -when six hours , -when two , -when one . I endeavoured to recollect a French work which I had THE WRONG OMNIBUS . 27.
... former prisoners , who had occupied that cell , must have experienced , when they had yet two days to live , -when six hours , -when two , -when one . I endeavoured to recollect a French work which I had THE WRONG OMNIBUS . 27.
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... hour arrived , the Killala boys determined on seeing their townsman off safe , and they rowed him themselves , with his spare clothes in a bundle , and put him aboard what they imagined to be , in their muddled state , the packet , and ...
... hour arrived , the Killala boys determined on seeing their townsman off safe , and they rowed him themselves , with his spare clothes in a bundle , and put him aboard what they imagined to be , in their muddled state , the packet , and ...
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... hour from the present time ; and I am further to intimate , that if you elect the latter alternative , no apology will be received on the ground . " Hugh's blood boiled in his veins , but he suppressed any manifesta- tion of resentment ...
... hour from the present time ; and I am further to intimate , that if you elect the latter alternative , no apology will be received on the ground . " Hugh's blood boiled in his veins , but he suppressed any manifesta- tion of resentment ...
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... hours were the happiest to an aspiring and high - souled ambition - combining all that was best of pleasure , admiration , and gratified genius that can be conceived . But they were too short ; and to render the change more poignant ...
... hours were the happiest to an aspiring and high - souled ambition - combining all that was best of pleasure , admiration , and gratified genius that can be conceived . But they were too short ; and to render the change more poignant ...
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Aleppo Antioch Apamea appeared Arabs arrived Auriol Baldred beauty Bimbelot brother brought called Captain character church Colonel cried death Doctor door Doyle duchess Duchess of Marlborough duke Euphrates exclaimed eyes father feeling fire French give Guiscard hand Harley head heard heart Hibblethwaite honour horse hour Hugh John Manesty Kate king lady living look lord madam Manesty Masham mind morning Morocco nature never night once party passed passion Pat Doyle Patrick Doyle person PHAON plain Plumpton poet Polka Party poor Port William portmanteau present Proddy queen rejoined remarkable replied returned river round ruins Sacheverell Saint-John Sandman SAPHO Savidge scene seemed serjeant shewed side soul spirit spot stood story Strabo Syria tears thee thing thou thought tion took town Turkomans turned Varnham voice Westerwood wife Wolsterholme woman words young
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Seite 179 - And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes. Now, Lycidas, the Shepherds weep no more; Henceforth thou art the Genius of the shore, In thy large recompense, and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous flood.
Seite 395 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds...
Seite 83 - Dis's waggon! daffodils That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath...
Seite 178 - And purple all the ground with vernal flowers. Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy...
Seite 179 - Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears; Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Seite 391 - Had fed the feeling of their masters' thoughts. And every sweetness that inspired their hearts. Their minds, and muses on admired themes; If all the heavenly quintessence they still From their immortal flowers of poesy, Wherein, as in a mirror, we perceive The highest reaches of a human wit; If these had made one poem's period, And all combined in beauty's worthiness, Yet should there hover in their restless heads One thought, one grace, one wonder, at the least, Which into words no virtue can digest.
Seite 177 - Hath decked their rising cheeks in red, Such as on your lips is spread ! Here be berries for a queen, Some be red, some be green ; These are of that luscious meat, The great god Pan himself doth eat : All these, and what the woods can yield, The hanging mountain or the field, I freely offer...
Seite 83 - ... beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright...
Seite 499 - Would I were dead! if God's good will were so; For what is in this world but grief and woe? O 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...
Seite 280 - tis, that you should carry me away: And trust me not, my friends, if, every day, I walk not here with more delight, Than ever, after the most happy fight, In triumph to the capitol I rode, To thank the gods, and to be thought, myself, almost a god.