The New Monthly Belle Assemblée, Bände 36-37Joseph Rogerson |
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... called fault- lessly beautiful ; yet they would look insipid beside Miss Studlegh . She has a charm far more rare than regular features , or ivory skin- the ever - changing play of expression - the bril- liant variations of light and ...
... called fault- lessly beautiful ; yet they would look insipid beside Miss Studlegh . She has a charm far more rare than regular features , or ivory skin- the ever - changing play of expression - the bril- liant variations of light and ...
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... called again at her room , but the desire to be excused from seeing her was repeated . Marion did not return that night . Nearly a week passed , the husband still re- maining away , and not once during that time had Mrs. Marion been ...
... called again at her room , but the desire to be excused from seeing her was repeated . Marion did not return that night . Nearly a week passed , the husband still re- maining away , and not once during that time had Mrs. Marion been ...
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... called the " Crèche . " Before me , but rather to the left , I saw , as might be expected , the head of a baby nodding in the arms of a woman , and , walking up to her , I found seated with her , on sixteen chairs which touched each ...
... called the " Crèche . " Before me , but rather to the left , I saw , as might be expected , the head of a baby nodding in the arms of a woman , and , walking up to her , I found seated with her , on sixteen chairs which touched each ...
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... called the " Story of Mayflower " ; is full of absurdi- ties , of course , the main incident resting on the fact of a Princess having eyes so wondrously brilliant that they kill or blind whosoever dares to look at her . Mrs. L. S. ...
... called the " Story of Mayflower " ; is full of absurdi- ties , of course , the main incident resting on the fact of a Princess having eyes so wondrously brilliant that they kill or blind whosoever dares to look at her . Mrs. L. S. ...
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... called pride to my rescue - I might have levelled the rough places smooth with the stony roller of self - contempt ; but there was no escape for me . Ernest had given up his own affections to his duties towards his tender im- poverished ...
... called pride to my rescue - I might have levelled the rough places smooth with the stony roller of self - contempt ; but there was no escape for me . Ernest had given up his own affections to his duties towards his tender im- poverished ...
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Seite 82 - And blesses her with his two happy hands, How the red roses flush up in her cheeks, And the pure snow with goodly vermeil stain, Like crimson dyed in grain...
Seite 110 - The night was winter in his roughest mood ; The morning sharp and clear. But now at noon Upon the southern side of the slant hills, And where the woods fence off the northern blast, The season smiles, resigning all its rage, And has the warmth of May. The vault is blue Without a cloud, and white without a speck The dazzling splendour of the scene below.
Seite 8 - Yearning for the large excitement that the coming years would yield. Eager-hearted as a boy when first he leaves his father's field, And at night along the dusky highway, near and nearer drawn, Sees in heaven the light of London flaring like a dreary dawn; And his spirit leaps within him to be gone before him then, Underneath the light he looks at.
Seite 249 - Better to hunt in fields for health unbought Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught. The wise for cure on exercise depend : God never made his work for man to mend.
Seite 214 - He was thought to hold — he alone in England — the key of German and other Transcendentalisms ; knew the sublime secret of believing by the 'reason' what the ' understanding ' had been obliged to fling out as incredible...
Seite 44 - If a man be gracious and courteous to strangers, it shows he is a citizen of the world, and that his heart is no island cut off from other lands, but a continent that joins to them...
Seite 50 - The day is done; and slowly from the scene The stooping sun upgathers his spent shafts, And puts them back into his golden quiver!
Seite 215 - Besides, it was talk not flowing anywhither like a river, but spreading everywhither in inextricable currents and regurgitations like a lake or sea ; terribly deficient in definite goal or aim, nay often in logical intelligibility ; what you were to believe or do, on any earthly or heavenly thing, obstinately refusing to appear from it. So that, most times, you felt logically lost ; swamped near to drowning in this tide of ingenious vocables, spreading out boundless as if to submerge the world.
Seite 215 - He began anywhere; you put some question to him, made some suggestive observation. Instead of answering this, or decidedly setting out towards answer of it, he would accumulate formidable apparatus, logical swim-bladders, transcendental life-preservers, and other precautionary and vehiculatory gear, for setting out...
Seite 82 - Rigby was seated by her kitchen hearth in the twilight of this eventful day, and had just shaken the ashes out of a new pipe, when she heard a hurried tramp along the road. Yet it did not seem so much the tramp of human footsteps as the clatter of sticks or the rattling of dry bones.