Friendly contributions, for the benefit of three infant schools, in the parish of Kensington [ed. by lady M. Fox, Volume 1 |
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... passed Lim- mer's Hotel , at any hour of the day , without seeing Bob Pontifex standing in the door- way . When we were children , my mother could not endure the sight of him ; and , even after my father's death , she only tolerated his ...
... passed Lim- mer's Hotel , at any hour of the day , without seeing Bob Pontifex standing in the door- way . When we were children , my mother could not endure the sight of him ; and , even after my father's death , she only tolerated his ...
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... passed on ; I was no longer a boy : Lord Nel- son , Byron , and Bolivar , had successively oc- cupied the place of honour in my soul , ori- ginally filled by Bob Pontifex ; and , if I remembered my juvenile admiration , it was with a ...
... passed on ; I was no longer a boy : Lord Nel- son , Byron , and Bolivar , had successively oc- cupied the place of honour in my soul , ori- ginally filled by Bob Pontifex ; and , if I remembered my juvenile admiration , it was with a ...
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... passed through the Hellenthal . How beautiful it is ! The steep sides of the valley , where first one enters it , are entirely clothed with luxuriant forest trees ; and the slant rays of the sun , just tipping the leafy summit of each ...
... passed through the Hellenthal . How beautiful it is ! The steep sides of the valley , where first one enters it , are entirely clothed with luxuriant forest trees ; and the slant rays of the sun , just tipping the leafy summit of each ...
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... were told , they had passed the whole of their long lives ; -the home of their youth , of their maturity , of their old age ; the home where they had reared a numerous family ; -the home where they had known all MARGARET'S JOURNAL . 41.
... were told , they had passed the whole of their long lives ; -the home of their youth , of their maturity , of their old age ; the home where they had reared a numerous family ; -the home where they had known all MARGARET'S JOURNAL . 41.
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... Passed the Hollenthal : Margaret was delighted with the soft beauties of the opening of the valley ; but that awful chasm , those overhanging rocks , that narrow stream , and narrower road through which one emerges into the weary world ...
... Passed the Hollenthal : Margaret was delighted with the soft beauties of the opening of the valley ; but that awful chasm , those overhanging rocks , that narrow stream , and narrower road through which one emerges into the weary world ...
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arrived Arthur Gray Bagnères Barège beautiful Blanche Harlowe Blaye boat Bob Pontifex BREMHILL bright called captain carriage Cauterets Château Colonel Pontifex colour dear deck English eyes fancied father feelings fire Flying Dutchman fresh Gateshead girl hand happy heard heart Honfleur honour hope horses hôtel John Wilton kind Kirmes Lady Harlowe lake land Lervik look Luchon MARIA melancholy mind morning mother mountains native never night obliged old friend ORESTES party passed Pierrefitte Pliant Plittersdorf Ponty poor postilion pretty Pyrenees Quimper replied rocks round sail savages seemed settlers ship side smile sorrows sort soul Southlanders Spanish stream SUSAN sweet table d'hôte Tarbes tell thing thought tilion town travellers tribes turned valley Venasque village voice walk WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR wandered weather wife wild wind woman wood word wretched young Englishman
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Page 6 - On the waved back of every swelling strain, Rising and falling in a pompous train; • And while she thus discharges a shrill peal Of flashing airs, she qualifies their zeal...
Page 8 - In th' empyreum of pure harmony. At length (after so long, so loud a strife Of all the strings, still breathing the best life Of blest variety, attending on His fingers...
Page 8 - With flash of high-born fancies, here and there Dancing in lofty measures, and anon Creeps on the soft touch of a tender tone, Whose trembling murmurs, melting in wild airs, Run to and fro, complaining his sweet cares...
Page 3 - His nimble hands' instinct then taught each string A cap'ring cheerfulness, and made them sing To their own dance ; now negligently rash He throws his arm, and with a long-drawn dash Blends all together ; then distinctly trips From this to that, then quick returning skips And snatches this again, and pauses there. She measures every measure, everywhere Meets art with art ; sometimes, as if in doubt, Not perfect yet, and fearing to be out, Trails her plain ditty in one...
Page 8 - At length (after so long, so loud a strife Of all the strings, still breathing the best life Of blest variety, attending on His fingers' fairest revolution, In many a sweet rise, many as sweet a fall) A full-mouth'd diapason swallows all.
Page 2 - Now westward Sol had spent the richest beams Of noon's high glory, when hard by the streams Of Tiber, on the scene of a green plat, Under protection of an oak, there sat I.
Page 5 - Mars to th' harvest of death's field, and woo Men's hearts into their hands : this lesson too She gives them back : her supple breast thrills out Sharp airs, and staggers in a warbling doubt Of dallying sweetness, hovers o'er her skill, And folds in...
Page 4 - The high-perch'd treble chirps at this, and chides, Until his finger (Moderator) hides And closes the sweet quarrel, rousing all, Hoarse, shrill at once; as when the trumpets call Hot Mars to th...
Page 2 - A sweet lute's-master ; in whose gentle airs He lost the day's heat, and his own hot cares. Close in the covert of the leaves there stood A nightingale, come from the neighbouring wood (The sweet inhabitant of each glad tree...
Page 4 - Blends all together ; then distinctly trips From this to that, then quick returning skips And snatches this again, and pauses there. She measures every measure, everywhere Meets art with art ; sometimes, as if in doubt, Not perfect yet, and fearing to be out, Trails her plain ditty in one long-spun note, Through the sleek passage of her open throat, A clear unwrinkled song...