Ainsworth's Magazine: A Miscellany of Romance, General Literature, & Art, Band 6William Harrison Ainsworth Chapman and Hall, 1844 |
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... young lady will sing the part of the high priest . Now - a - days , the whole aim of the scenic tribe is to do something that they are most unfitted for . Nevertheless , I shall take a box , and twenty pit tickets ; for having been at ...
... young lady will sing the part of the high priest . Now - a - days , the whole aim of the scenic tribe is to do something that they are most unfitted for . Nevertheless , I shall take a box , and twenty pit tickets ; for having been at ...
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... young women in Posen ; and the grenadier company , or , rather , the company of the grenadiers , to which Pat Doyle was attached , soon became an acquisition , and was speedily put in requisition , when off duty . Patrick was very ...
... young women in Posen ; and the grenadier company , or , rather , the company of the grenadiers , to which Pat Doyle was attached , soon became an acquisition , and was speedily put in requisition , when off duty . Patrick was very ...
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... young Pretender , 1745 . She had survived her husband for many years , and resided in Posen , on a small annuity , her time being wholly passed in acts of devotion . When the functionaries of the chapel had removed their surplices and ...
... young Pretender , 1745 . She had survived her husband for many years , and resided in Posen , on a small annuity , her time being wholly passed in acts of devotion . When the functionaries of the chapel had removed their surplices and ...
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... young ladysh ? " " I niver kiss and tell , " answered Pat . 66 By the way , I'll just in- form you how you may serve a young lady . " Shadrach grinned , exhibiting a mouthful of sharkish - looking teeth , and said " I never have nothing ...
... young ladysh ? " " I niver kiss and tell , " answered Pat . 66 By the way , I'll just in- form you how you may serve a young lady . " Shadrach grinned , exhibiting a mouthful of sharkish - looking teeth , and said " I never have nothing ...
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... young friend , telling him he had stipu- lated that pistols , not swords , should be the weapons used . " Have you any affairs of pressing moment to arrange ? ” asked the earl . " None , " replied Hugh . 6 " That is well , " returned ...
... young friend , telling him he had stipu- lated that pistols , not swords , should be the weapons used . " Have you any affairs of pressing moment to arrange ? ” asked the earl . " None , " replied Hugh . 6 " That is well , " returned ...
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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.