The New Monthly Belle Assemblée, Volúmenes72-73Joseph Rogerson, 1870 |
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... DEAR C—— , Nothing in our political position seems to change , our papers announce one day and contradict what they have given for certain the next . As for changes in the Ministry , we have mentioned successively every nameable man ...
... DEAR C—— , Nothing in our political position seems to change , our papers announce one day and contradict what they have given for certain the next . As for changes in the Ministry , we have mentioned successively every nameable man ...
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... dear Tabby ) , were most anxious to know something about him , from having repeatedly noticed him two years ago at Scarborough , and also she must own she felt equally curious , with ourselves , to hear a few more particulars ; the dear ...
... dear Tabby ) , were most anxious to know something about him , from having repeatedly noticed him two years ago at Scarborough , and also she must own she felt equally curious , with ourselves , to hear a few more particulars ; the dear ...
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... dear Alfred ; but your father , although he has given no decided refusal to our petition , thinks us both much too young to marry at present ; he wishes us to wait perhaps two years or so . What a perfect gentleman your father is , with ...
... dear Alfred ; but your father , although he has given no decided refusal to our petition , thinks us both much too young to marry at present ; he wishes us to wait perhaps two years or so . What a perfect gentleman your father is , with ...
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... dear , the hard work I have been engaged in , the talking for such a length of time has quite exhausted me : I must indeed keep quiet . " So with a tender caress they parted . ' In the evening Alfred called ; " Mrs. Campbell , was out ...
... dear , the hard work I have been engaged in , the talking for such a length of time has quite exhausted me : I must indeed keep quiet . " So with a tender caress they parted . ' In the evening Alfred called ; " Mrs. Campbell , was out ...
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... dear , kind friend , Orloff ; but nothing more . I have been something else to you . A dying woman may say it . I have | loved you ! " I heard this piece of news without the least outward sign of sorrow . It did not seem possible to me ...
... dear , kind friend , Orloff ; but nothing more . I have been something else to you . A dying woman may say it . I have | loved you ! " I heard this piece of news without the least outward sign of sorrow . It did not seem possible to me ...
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Página 174 - I have nought that is fair?" saith he; "Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.
Página 53 - And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Página 53 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an Eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist...
Página 53 - Read from some humbler poet. Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start...
Página 174 - Was it a mother's, soft and white? And have the lips of a sister fair Been baptized in the waves of light? God knows best! he was somebody's love: Somebody's heart enshrined him there; Somebody wafted his name above, Night and morn, on the wings of prayer. Somebody wept when he marched away, Looking so handsome, brave, and grand; Somebody's kiss on his forehead lay; Somebody clung to his parting hand.
Página 222 - Fine linen with broidered work from Egypt was that which thou spreadest forth to be thy sail; blue and purple from the isles of Elishah was that which covered thee.
Página 174 - Pale are the lips of delicate mould — Somebody's darling is dying now. Back from the beautiful blue-veined brow Brush the wandering waves of gold; Cross his hands on his bosom now — Somebody's darling is still and cold. Kiss him once for Somebody's sake; Murmur a prayer, soft and low; One bright curl from the cluster take — They were Somebody's pride, you know. Somebody's hand hath rested there; Was it a mother's, soft and white?
Página 293 - Barere approached nearer than any person mentioned in history or fiction, whether man or devil, to the idea of consummate and universal depravity. In him the qualities which are the proper objects of hatred, and the qualities which are the proper objects of contempt, preserve an exquisite and absolute harmony. In almost every particular sort of wickedness he has had rivals. His sensuality was immoderate ; but this was a failing...
Página 222 - See, I have called by name Bezaleel the son of Uri, the son of Hur, of the tribe of Judah : and I have filled him with the spirit of God, in wisdom, and in understanding, and in knowledge, and in all manner of workmanship...
Página 310 - They are like the troubled sea, that cannot rest; whose waters cast up mire and dirt.