The Magazine of the beau monde; or, Monthly journal of fashion [afterw.] The Nouveau beau monde; or Magazine of fashion, 第 4~5 巻1834 |
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... beautiful night ; and of that sweet season when twilight had scarcely merged into darkness be- fore day begins to dawn . It was not yet ten o'clock , for Pryce Morgan , Lucy's father , was an utter enemy to any innovation upon the ...
... beautiful night ; and of that sweet season when twilight had scarcely merged into darkness be- fore day begins to dawn . It was not yet ten o'clock , for Pryce Morgan , Lucy's father , was an utter enemy to any innovation upon the ...
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... beautiful river Maw , in stormy weather . In spring - tides , as soon as there was sufficient water to lift the little skiff , which belonged to his uncle ; and , when the wind was blowing hard off the land , alone and unaided , he ...
... beautiful river Maw , in stormy weather . In spring - tides , as soon as there was sufficient water to lift the little skiff , which belonged to his uncle ; and , when the wind was blowing hard off the land , alone and unaided , he ...
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... beautiful , that , notwithstanding the indication of the coming tempest , they could not refrain from occasionally lingering to gaze upon some grand or lovely spot , as it burst on their sight . The descent from the pass I have ...
... beautiful , that , notwithstanding the indication of the coming tempest , they could not refrain from occasionally lingering to gaze upon some grand or lovely spot , as it burst on their sight . The descent from the pass I have ...
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... beautiful was Lucy even in death ; the sorrows of her existence had not passed roughly over her - but , softly withering her joyousness , had at last conquered , and reduced her to the state to which we all must come . Cynric drew off ...
... beautiful was Lucy even in death ; the sorrows of her existence had not passed roughly over her - but , softly withering her joyousness , had at last conquered , and reduced her to the state to which we all must come . Cynric drew off ...
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... beautiful . [ Extracted from Sharpe's Magazine , a periodical of considerable talent , published a few years back ] . TWILIGHT . THE setting sun withdraws its yellow light , A gloomy staining shadows over all , While the brown beetle ...
... beautiful . [ Extracted from Sharpe's Magazine , a periodical of considerable talent , published a few years back ] . TWILIGHT . THE setting sun withdraws its yellow light , A gloomy staining shadows over all , While the brown beetle ...
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appearance arms BEAU MONDE beautiful blanc blond blond lace blue Boomptie bouquets bows breath brodée capote ceinture chapeaux chemisette close coiffure colour corsage côté couleur crêpe crown Cynric d'une dark deep dentelle deux dress edged elegant embroidered eyes fashion feathers feelings femmes FIGURE fleurs flowers front garnie gauze gaze girl gros de Naples hair hand Hanwell happy head heard heart heaven hour jaconas jupon L'Observateur lace lady light look manches marabouts ment mind mode morning mousseline muslin negligé never night noir organdi ornamented orné passed peignoir pelerine petits poor pou de soie racter redingote ribbon nœuds rich robe rose round rubans ruche sabots satin seemed seen shape shoulders side silk skirt sleeves smile soon taffeta tears thing thou thought toilette trimmed tulle turban valencienne velours velvet voice woman worn young
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35 ページ - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
10 ページ - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
52 ページ - And he saw the lean dogs beneath the wall Hold o'er the dead their carnival, Gorging and growling o'er carcass and limb; They were too busy to bark at him!
145 ページ - A rose's brief bright life of joy, Such unto him was given ; Go — thou must play alone, my boy! Thy brother is in heaven." "And has he left his birds and flowers; And must I call in vain? And through the long, long summer hours, Will he not come again? " And by the brook and in the glade Are all our wanderings o'er? Oh ! while my brother with me play'd, Would I had loved him more !
10 ページ - When icicles hang by the wall And Dick the shepherd blows his nail And Tom bears logs into the hall And milk comes frozen home in pail, When blood is nipp'd and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
153 ページ - IT is not that my lot is low, That bids this silent tear to flow; It is not grief that bids me moan, It is that I am all alone.
170 ページ - I am not — the panegyrist of England. I am not dazzled by her riches, nor awed by her power. The sceptre, the mitre, and the coronet, — stars, garters, and blue ribbons, — seem to me poor things for great men to contend for. Nor is my admiration awakened by her armies mustered for the battles of Europe, her navies overshadowing the ocean, nor her empire grasping the farthest East.
11 ページ - Of the waves breaking on the chalky shore,— All, all are English. Oft have I looked round With joy in Kent's green vales ; but never found Myself so satisfied in heart before. Europe is yet in bonds ; but let that pass, Thought for another moment. Thou art free, My country ! and 'tis joy enough and pride For one hour's perfect bliss, to tread the grass Of England once again, and hear and see, With such a dear companion at my side.
32 ページ - ... masses, which he could not grasp readily with his teeth, he pushed forwards, leaning against them with his right fore-paw and his chin. He never carried anything on his tail, which he liked to dip in water, but he was not fond of plunging in the whole of his body. If his tail was kept moist he never cared to drink ; but if it was kept dry it became hot, and the animal appeared distressed, and would drink a great deal. It is not impossible that the tail may have the power of absorbing water, like...