The American Monthly Magazine, Volumen4;Volumen10M. Bancroft, J. Wiley, and G. and C. and H. Carvill, 1837 |
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... once more arose . The scene was where the Baron had assembled around him , to choose therefrom a bride , the noble ladies and the damsels of the vale of roses . A very light and elegant form took a position in the centre of the stage to ...
... once more arose . The scene was where the Baron had assembled around him , to choose therefrom a bride , the noble ladies and the damsels of the vale of roses . A very light and elegant form took a position in the centre of the stage to ...
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... once more places his lance in rest . Better luck to him this time ! -stand firm , poor horse - in vain ! -down they both go , and the bull , in his rude impetus , plunges over them - beyond them - and ploughs the ground with his horns ...
... once more places his lance in rest . Better luck to him this time ! -stand firm , poor horse - in vain ! -down they both go , and the bull , in his rude impetus , plunges over them - beyond them - and ploughs the ground with his horns ...
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... once , as they please to direct the lazo ; but if unluckily they should miss their aim , which rarely happens , groans and hisses , and shouts of derision ring round the amphitheatre . The bull is entangled in their snares at last , and ...
... once , as they please to direct the lazo ; but if unluckily they should miss their aim , which rarely happens , groans and hisses , and shouts of derision ring round the amphitheatre . The bull is entangled in their snares at last , and ...
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... once your hatchet into my brain ; that will at least save me from the hands of yon ferocious demons , who bear the forms but not the hearts of men . " " The brother of Joscelyn is angry with him . Does he think , " added the young ...
... once your hatchet into my brain ; that will at least save me from the hands of yon ferocious demons , who bear the forms but not the hearts of men . " " The brother of Joscelyn is angry with him . Does he think , " added the young ...
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... once more breathing over his cheek , bringing with it the certainty of liberty . It was night , and the moon was in her zenith , quenching the near stars in her excess of splendor , and casting her sprinkled silver through the thick ...
... once more breathing over his cheek , bringing with it the certainty of liberty . It was night , and the moon was in her zenith , quenching the near stars in her excess of splendor , and casting her sprinkled silver through the thick ...
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Página 245 - The sky is changed! — and such a change! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder!
Página 11 - Thinkest thou that I cannot now pray to my Father, and he shall presently give me more than twelve legions of angels ? But how then shall the scriptures be fulfilled, that thus it must be...
Página 6 - There was a man in our town, And he was wondrous wise, He jumped into a bramble bush And scratched out both his eyes. And when he saw his eyes were out, With all his might and main He jumped into another bush And scratched them in again.
Página 580 - Yet could not, till itself would rise, Find it, although before mine eyes ; For, in the flaxen lilies' shade, It like a bank of lilies laid. Upon the roses it would feed, Until its lips e'en seemed to bleed And then to me 'twould boldly trip, And print those roses on my lip.
Página 178 - How cheeks brent red wi' shame, Whene'er the scule-weans, laughin' said, We cleek'd thegither hame ? And mind ye o' the Saturdays, (The scule then skail't at noon,) When we ran aff to speel the braes — The broomy braes o...
Página 225 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
Página 178 - I've borne a weary lot ; But in my wanderings, far or near, Ye never were forgot. The fount that first burst frae this heart, Still travels on its way ; And channels deeper as it rins, The luve o' life's young day. O, dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, Since we were sindered young, I've never seen your face, nor heard The music o...
Página 178 - In the silentness o' joy, till baith Wi' very gladness grat. Ay, ay, dear Jeanie Morrison, Tears trinkled doun your cheek Like dew-beads on a rose, yet nane Had ony power to speak! That was a time, a blessed time, When hearts were fresh and young When freely gushed all feelings forth, Unsyllabled, — unsung ! I marvel, Jeanie Morrison, Gin I hae been to thee As closely twined wi...
Página 309 - They will bring with them the principles of the governments they leave, imbibed in their early youth; or, if able to throw them off it will be in exchange for an unbounded licentiousness, passing as is usual, from one extreme to another. It would be a miracle were they to stop precisely at the point of temperate liberty.
Página 580 - I have a garden of my own, But so with roses overgrown, And lilies, that you would it guess To be a little wilderness, And all the springtime of the year It only loved to be there.