The New Monthly Belle Assemblée, Band 28Joseph Rogerson |
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... deep attachment . " " Oh ! for the love of my good taste , " cried Hannah , " banish such a wild fancy , dear Ella ; if I had cared for him , do not you own that I would naturally have gone to the ball to - night to laugh with him ...
... deep attachment . " " Oh ! for the love of my good taste , " cried Hannah , " banish such a wild fancy , dear Ella ; if I had cared for him , do not you own that I would naturally have gone to the ball to - night to laugh with him ...
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... deep gratitude . MESMERIC SLEEP . BY MRS . ABDY . She lies in slumber calm and deep- Oh ! do not fear to break her sleep : Glance not in timid dread around , Tread not with faint , uncertain sound ; Speak not in low and faltering tone ...
... deep gratitude . MESMERIC SLEEP . BY MRS . ABDY . She lies in slumber calm and deep- Oh ! do not fear to break her sleep : Glance not in timid dread around , Tread not with faint , uncertain sound ; Speak not in low and faltering tone ...
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... deep , as know the dead ! Oh , throughout this night of dread , Jehovah , aid ! God of Heaven ! what a blaze Dashes through the gloom ! Such a glare might rouse the corpse , Mouldering in the tomb ! Lightning banners thwart us fly ...
... deep , as know the dead ! Oh , throughout this night of dread , Jehovah , aid ! God of Heaven ! what a blaze Dashes through the gloom ! Such a glare might rouse the corpse , Mouldering in the tomb ! Lightning banners thwart us fly ...
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... deep meaning ; but he was soon exhausted ; and even after he had left off speaking , the pale lips might be seen still moving restlessly . He was like a lamp that has been scorched and shat- tered , but is still illuminated from within ...
... deep meaning ; but he was soon exhausted ; and even after he had left off speaking , the pale lips might be seen still moving restlessly . He was like a lamp that has been scorched and shat- tered , but is still illuminated from within ...
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... deep from their inspired fountains . His imagination had a certain wild grandeur , verging on the borders of the extravagant , and wonderfully poetical . His ' Ode to the Passions ' must ever be ranked with the St. Cecilia ' of Dryden ...
... deep from their inspired fountains . His imagination had a certain wild grandeur , verging on the borders of the extravagant , and wonderfully poetical . His ' Ode to the Passions ' must ever be ranked with the St. Cecilia ' of Dryden ...
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Beliebte Passagen
Seite 118 - For woman is not undevelopt man, But diverse : could we make her as the man, Sweet love were slain : his dearest bond is this, Not like to like, but like in difference. Yet in the long years liker must they grow ; The man be more of woman, she of man...
Seite 254 - I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. He thought I was a ghost, mother, for I was all in white; And I ran by him without speaking, like a flash of light : They call me cruel-hearted, but I care not what they say, For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o
Seite 202 - O'er mountain, tower, and town, Or, mirrored in the ocean vast, A thousand fathoms down ! As fresh in yon horizon dark, As young thy beauties seem. As when the eagle from the ark First sported in thy beam. For, faithful to its sacred page, Heaven still rebuilds thy span • Nor lets the type grow pale with age That first spoke peace to man.
Seite 190 - The Cypress and her spire; —Of flowers that with one scarlet gleam Cover a hundred leagues, and seem To set the hills on fire. The Youth of green savannahs spake, And many an endless, endless lake, With all its fairy crowds Of islands, that together lie As quietly as spots of sky Among the evening clouds.
Seite 137 - IT is the first mild day of March : Each minute sweeter than before, The redbreast sings from the tall larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees, and mountains bare And grass in the green field.
Seite 190 - Her father took another mate ; And Ruth, not seven years old, A slighted child, at her own will Went wandering over dale and hill, In thoughtless freedom, bold.
Seite 190 - He was a lovely youth ! I guess The panther in the wilderness Was not so fair as he ; And, when he chose to sport and play, No dolphin ever was so gay Upon the tropic sea.
Seite 18 - The latter part of his life cannot be remembered but with pity and sadness. He languished some years under that depression of mind which enchains the faculties without destroying them, and leaves reason the knowledge of right without the power of pursuing it.
Seite 254 - I sleep so sound all night, mother, that I shall never wake, If you do not call me loud when the day begins to break; But I must gather knots of flowers, and buds and garlands gay, For I'm to be Queen o...
Seite 136 - I COME, I come ! ye have called me long, I come o'er the mountains with light and song ! Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth, By the winds which tell of the violet's birth, By the primrose-stars in the shadowy grass, By the green leaves, opening as I pass.