Ainsworth's Magazine: A Miscellany of Romance, General Literature, & Art, 第 6 巻William Harrison Ainsworth Chapman and Hall, 1844 |
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... hope it may not prove prejudicial to your cause , " said the queen , uneasily . " Be not alarmed , madam , " replied Harley . " But you shall hear the purport of the sermon , and judge for yourself of its tendency . One of its aims is ...
... hope it may not prove prejudicial to your cause , " said the queen , uneasily . " Be not alarmed , madam , " replied Harley . " But you shall hear the purport of the sermon , and judge for yourself of its tendency . One of its aims is ...
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... hope better things , " said the queen . " As a last appeal , gracious madam , " cried the duke , kneeling , " I would remind you of the hardships I have recently under- gone - of my long and active services . Do not - oh , do not force ...
... hope better things , " said the queen . " As a last appeal , gracious madam , " cried the duke , kneeling , " I would remind you of the hardships I have recently under- gone - of my long and active services . Do not - oh , do not force ...
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... hope he'll come back safe and sound , " said Proddy , " and soon too . I'm sure he has been away long enough . " The campaign of 1709 was over , and the Duke of Marlborough returned , but with him came no serjeant . Great was the ...
... hope he'll come back safe and sound , " said Proddy , " and soon too . I'm sure he has been away long enough . " The campaign of 1709 was over , and the Duke of Marlborough returned , but with him came no serjeant . Great was the ...
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... hope he won't let me see her , or I'll tear her eyes out - that I will ! ” cried Mrs. Tipping . " Bless us ! what's the matter with Plumpton ? Why , if the poor fool isn't going to faint . " And her womanly feelings getting the better ...
... hope he won't let me see her , or I'll tear her eyes out - that I will ! ” cried Mrs. Tipping . " Bless us ! what's the matter with Plumpton ? Why , if the poor fool isn't going to faint . " And her womanly feelings getting the better ...
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... hope de serjeant hasn't been maagin luv to you . " " Yes , but he has , " cried Mrs. Tipping ; " he made love to both of us , and he promised to marry both of us , and he would have married both of us , but for you , you old Dutch ...
... hope de serjeant hasn't been maagin luv to you . " " Yes , but he has , " cried Mrs. Tipping ; " he made love to both of us , and he promised to marry both of us , and he would have married both of us , but for you , you old Dutch ...
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179 ページ - 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.
395 ページ - 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...
83 ページ - 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...
178 ページ - 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...
179 ページ - 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.
391 ページ - 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.
177 ページ - 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...
83 ページ - ... 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...
499 ページ - 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...
280 ページ - 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.