The Magazine of the beau monde; or, Monthly journal of fashion [afterw.] The Nouveau beau monde; or Magazine of fashion, Volúmenes4-51834 |
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... living close by , and has been this long time . But he must make haste , if he means to have her , for the doctor says she will never get well . " " Is she ill then ? " asked the colonel , in a voice so low and mournful as to make an ...
... living close by , and has been this long time . But he must make haste , if he means to have her , for the doctor says she will never get well . " " Is she ill then ? " asked the colonel , in a voice so low and mournful as to make an ...
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... living trees neglect , Yet the dead timber prize . But Winter is beautiful in every aspect , and sublime in its terrors . The poor winged things , and herb - fed insects that live through the summer , and perish in the cold at the turn ...
... living trees neglect , Yet the dead timber prize . But Winter is beautiful in every aspect , and sublime in its terrors . The poor winged things , and herb - fed insects that live through the summer , and perish in the cold at the turn ...
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... living ore , the coinage from which is immortal ? Not even the stateliness of the Grecian march , nor the solemn music of the Latin , nor the silver cadences of the Italian , nor the playfulness of the French , are comparable with our ...
... living ore , the coinage from which is immortal ? Not even the stateliness of the Grecian march , nor the solemn music of the Latin , nor the silver cadences of the Italian , nor the playfulness of the French , are comparable with our ...
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... living in the world , they are more in the way of temptation , more cruelly tantalized by their intercourse with happy wives and mothers . There is not in the world a more deplorable sight , than a fine brood of English girls turn- ing ...
... living in the world , they are more in the way of temptation , more cruelly tantalized by their intercourse with happy wives and mothers . There is not in the world a more deplorable sight , than a fine brood of English girls turn- ing ...
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... living thing was visible . The carcasses of drowned domestic animals , filth , and fragments of furniture , floated around ; but , beneath the second story of the houses , vestige of animated being there was none . Boats could not be ...
... living thing was visible . The carcasses of drowned domestic animals , filth , and fragments of furniture , floated around ; but , beneath the second story of the houses , vestige of animated being there was none . Boats could not be ...
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The Magazine of the beau monde; or, Monthly journal of fashion [afterw.] The ... Vista completa - 1831 |
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Página 35 - 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.
Página 10 - 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.
Página 52 - 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!
Página 145 - 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 !
Página 10 - 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.
Página 153 - 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.
Página 170 - 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.
Página 11 - 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.
Página 32 - ... 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...