The New Monthly Belle Assemblée, Band 28Joseph Rogerson |
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... leave the satirical to me - the sentimental is more becoming to your face . I did hear this from Captain Macdonald , the only time I ever heard him talk rationally , if you can call any man rational whose wisest talk is of ghosts , and ...
... leave the satirical to me - the sentimental is more becoming to your face . I did hear this from Captain Macdonald , the only time I ever heard him talk rationally , if you can call any man rational whose wisest talk is of ghosts , and ...
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... leave my goats , " faltered Donald , shutting his eyes from the glittering temptation , and crossing himself ... leaves or slate stones . Ha , ha ! " and he crossed his arms in a dogged way on his knees . " Well , " replied the stranger ...
... leave my goats , " faltered Donald , shutting his eyes from the glittering temptation , and crossing himself ... leaves or slate stones . Ha , ha ! " and he crossed his arms in a dogged way on his knees . " Well , " replied the stranger ...
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... leave the highest bar untouched , in order that you may fix your rope to it . " " And the rope - where is it ? ” : " Here ; " throwing him the desired article , knotted into steps to form a ladder : " it is made of linen , to lead them ...
... leave the highest bar untouched , in order that you may fix your rope to it . " " And the rope - where is it ? ” : " Here ; " throwing him the desired article , knotted into steps to form a ladder : " it is made of linen , to lead them ...
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... leaves reason the knowledge of right with- men , he yet toiled and maddened for their ap- out the power of pursuing it . In ... leave all judgment to Him whose name is Love . How touching is Carlyle's description of the internal conflict ...
... leaves reason the knowledge of right with- men , he yet toiled and maddened for their ap- out the power of pursuing it . In ... leave all judgment to Him whose name is Love . How touching is Carlyle's description of the internal conflict ...
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... Leave the sweet song , and to the lone coast dart , Like one who heeds not where his course may lie- Nor with less swiftness did we twain depart . THE DEATH - WATCH . D. M. M. In an antique room of a mansion rare Sat matronly dames and ...
... Leave the sweet song , and to the lone coast dart , Like one who heeds not where his course may lie- Nor with less swiftness did we twain depart . THE DEATH - WATCH . D. M. M. In an antique room of a mansion rare Sat matronly dames and ...
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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.