Southern Literary Messenger, Volume 29Jno. R. Thompson, 1859 - Literature |
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... lady , we cannot say . But she certainly exhibited great surprise and confusion . Monsieur Jam- bot only scowled . On this trying occasion Captain Wag- ner acted with that consummate know- ledge of the female character which his friends ...
... lady , we cannot say . But she certainly exhibited great surprise and confusion . Monsieur Jam- bot only scowled . On this trying occasion Captain Wag- ner acted with that consummate know- ledge of the female character which his friends ...
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... lady with a simper , " you are really too flatter- ing ! " At the same moment a loud and harsh noise on the stairway was heard calling . " Who's that , in the devil's name ? " said the Borderer . tleman the flagon of delightful punch ...
... lady with a simper , " you are really too flatter- ing ! " At the same moment a loud and harsh noise on the stairway was heard calling . " Who's that , in the devil's name ? " said the Borderer . tleman the flagon of delightful punch ...
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... lady I mean - and as she has now , alas ! paid the debt of nature , you understand , I am the sole depository of the receipt . " This announcement seemed to excite unusual interest in the breast of the Major . He assumed a coaxing ...
... lady I mean - and as she has now , alas ! paid the debt of nature , you understand , I am the sole depository of the receipt . " This announcement seemed to excite unusual interest in the breast of the Major . He assumed a coaxing ...
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... lady , his grim expression when he encounter- ed her , the shadow on his brow when her name even was mentioned - all this left no room for doubt : Falconbridge had shut himself up in his room , and the storm began to mutter in his heart ...
... lady , his grim expression when he encounter- ed her , the shadow on his brow when her name even was mentioned - all this left no room for doubt : Falconbridge had shut himself up in his room , and the storm began to mutter in his heart ...
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... lady turned her head aside , and a slight colour like the first blush of morning stole over her cheek . Then from the red lips came in a whisper almost , the words : " Very sure . " Falconbridge gazed at her for a mo- ment with an ...
... lady turned her head aside , and a slight colour like the first blush of morning stole over her cheek . Then from the red lips came in a whisper almost , the words : " Very sure . " Falconbridge gazed at her for a mo- ment with an ...
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Page 143 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, "Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deaf'ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly * death itself awakes...
Page 144 - Sleepless! and soon the small birds' melodies Must hear, first uttered from my orchard trees; And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry. Even thus last night, and two nights more, I lay, And could not win thee, Sleep! by any stealth: So do not let me wear...
Page 224 - I myself thought good to imitate the Italian fashion by this forked cutting of meate, not only while I was in Italy, but also in Germany, and oftentimes in England since I came home...
Page 143 - Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And, in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Page 320 - She smiled on many just for fun ; I knew that there was nothing in it ; I was the first — the only — one Her heart had thought of for a minute : I knew it, for she told me so In phrase which was divinely moulded. She wrote a charming hand, and oh How sweetly all her notes were folded I Our love was like most other loves — A little glow, a little shiver, A rosebud and a pair of gloves, And
Page 328 - Where are my friends? I am alone; No playmate shares my beaker: Some lie beneath the churchyard stone, And some — before the Speaker; And some compose a tragedy, And some compose a rondo; And some draw sword for Liberty, And some draw pleas for John Doe. Tom Mill was used to blacken eyes Without the fear of sessions; Charles...
Page 143 - Seized on her sinless soul ? Must then that peerless form Which love and admiration cannot view Without a beating heart, those azure veins Which steal like streams along a field of snow, That lovely outline, which is fair As breathing marble, perish...
Page 271 - I see before me the gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand ; his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low ; And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims around him ; he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won.
Page 143 - O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
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