The Magazine of the beau monde; or, Monthly journal of fashion [afterw.] The Nouveau beau monde; or Magazine of fashion |
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A dress of white are not at present permitted to exist ; the interest crape , richly
embroidered in gold , short beret in these relations must always continue great as
long sleeves , edged with narrow blond . Corsage , drape as there exists an ...
A dress of white are not at present permitted to exist ; the interest crape , richly
embroidered in gold , short beret in these relations must always continue great as
long sleeves , edged with narrow blond . Corsage , drape as there exists an ...
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The hair at the present season is arthe appearance of being on a level with the
crown . ranged in the most simple manner . The bandeaux à la These ca potes
are placed so far back on the head , that Marguerite are still in great favor ; an ...
The hair at the present season is arthe appearance of being on a level with the
crown . ranged in the most simple manner . The bandeaux à la These ca potes
are placed so far back on the head , that Marguerite are still in great favor ; an ...
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It becomes then the province of the reviewer to examine fully and impartially
whatever novelty may FROM A VARIETY OF THE MOST AUTHENTIC SOURCES
present itself likely to influence the progress of general INCLUDING COPIOUS ...
It becomes then the province of the reviewer to examine fully and impartially
whatever novelty may FROM A VARIETY OF THE MOST AUTHENTIC SOURCES
present itself likely to influence the progress of general INCLUDING COPIOUS ...
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imagined that there was no sewer either in Cheapside or It is at present
conveyed by leaden pipes either into Aldersgate Street , and yet such till lately
was the fact : leaden cisterns or wooden casks . Water contains carbonic sewers
were ...
imagined that there was no sewer either in Cheapside or It is at present
conveyed by leaden pipes either into Aldersgate Street , and yet such till lately
was the fact : leaden cisterns or wooden casks . Water contains carbonic sewers
were ...
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She had said , “ This shall be a hat ! ” It Here , necessarily present themselves
certain considera - was a hat ! tions , which are by no means to be taken as a
digression , VI . but which , on the contrary , result essentially from the subject .
She had said , “ This shall be a hat ! ” It Here , necessarily present themselves
certain considera - was a hat ! tions , which are by no means to be taken as a
digression , VI . but which , on the contrary , result essentially from the subject .
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The Magazine of the beau monde; or, Monthly journal of fashion ..., Volúmenes4-5 Vista completa - 1834 |
The Magazine of the beau monde; or, Monthly journal of fashion [afterw.] The ... Vista completa - 1842 |
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Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 68 - 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...
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.