The Royal Lady's Magazine, and Archives of the Court of St. James's, Volume 5W. Sams, 1833 - Great Britain |
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... hand . He then dropped on one knee , and accompany- ing himself on the instrument , sang with much taste and feeling , My Heart and Lute ; then kissing the hand she had extended to raise him up , he started suddenly round the room ...
... hand . He then dropped on one knee , and accompany- ing himself on the instrument , sang with much taste and feeling , My Heart and Lute ; then kissing the hand she had extended to raise him up , he started suddenly round the room ...
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... hand : he frequently addresses such epistles to temporary favourites , of whom he fancies himself enamoured , and often- times to married women too . But come -I'll introduce you , and in return for this little history , you shall ask ...
... hand : he frequently addresses such epistles to temporary favourites , of whom he fancies himself enamoured , and often- times to married women too . But come -I'll introduce you , and in return for this little history , you shall ask ...
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... upon him , but he forced it back with his hand . A feeling of pain- ful apprehension , not unmixed with anxious curiosity , pervaded the whole assembly . All eyes were upon him . 166 " HAS Fan had her supper to - night The Unhappy Guest .
... upon him , but he forced it back with his hand . A feeling of pain- ful apprehension , not unmixed with anxious curiosity , pervaded the whole assembly . All eyes were upon him . 166 " HAS Fan had her supper to - night The Unhappy Guest .
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... hand he was keeping down Fanny , a lively little terrier ; and in the left he held his often - used yellow Lau- rence Kirk snuff - box . Over his head hung the cage of polly , a fine large green parrot , of the most extraordinary mu ...
... hand he was keeping down Fanny , a lively little terrier ; and in the left he held his often - used yellow Lau- rence Kirk snuff - box . Over his head hung the cage of polly , a fine large green parrot , of the most extraordinary mu ...
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... hand . How can you be so foolish , my dear , as to throw away your money in such a ridiculous manner ? ' observed the widow , in astonishment . “ Think of the occasion , my love , ' answered the generous widower . " Crack went the whip ...
... hand . How can you be so foolish , my dear , as to throw away your money in such a ridiculous manner ? ' observed the widow , in astonishment . “ Think of the occasion , my love , ' answered the generous widower . " Crack went the whip ...
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Page 34 - My only strength and stay. Forlorn of thee, Whither shall I betake me, where subsist? While yet we live, scarce one short hour perhaps, Between us two let there be peace; both joining, As join'd in injuries, one enmity Against a foe by doom express assign'd us, That cruel serpent.
Page 47 - The Queen of Hearts She made some tarts, All on a summer's day; The Knave of Hearts He stole those tarts, And took them clean away. The King of Hearts Called for the tarts, And beat the Knave full sore; The Knave of Hearts Brought back the tarts, And vowed he'd steal no more.
Page 47 - THE QUEEN OF HEARTS THE Queen of Hearts She made some tarts, All on a summer's day; The Knave of Hearts He stole those tarts, And with them ran away. The King of Hearts Called for the tarts, And beat the Knave full sore; The Knave of Hearts Brought back the tarts, And vowed he'd steal no more!
Page 158 - Twixt crimson banks ; and then, a traveller, go From mount to mount through Cloudland, gorgeous land. Or listening to the tide, with closed sight, Be that blind bard, who on the Chian strand By those deep sounds possessed with inward light, Beheld the Iliad and the Odyssee Rise to the swelling of the voiceful sea.
Page 177 - No genial fount, no grateful tree, rise with their pleasant company. Never a beast or bird is there, in that hoary desert bare. Nothing breaks the almighty stillness. Even the jackal's felon cry might seem a soothing melody.
Page 112 - ... unconscious of Bacchus, or but idly casting her eyes as upon some unconcerning pageant, — her soul undistracted from Theseus, — Ariadne is still pacing the solitary shore, in as much heart-silence, and in almost the same local solitude with which she awoke at day-break to catch the forlorn last glances of the sail that bore away the Athenian.
Page 180 - It was midnight; the cold full moon showered its brilliancy upon this narrow valley, shut in on all sides by black and barren mountains. A single being stood at the entrance of the cave. " It was Alroy. Desperate and determined, after listening to the two spirits in the tomb, he was resolved to penetrate the mysteries of Genthesma.
Page 62 - The moon is up, and yet it is not night — Sunset divides the sky with her — a sea Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains; heaven is free From clouds, but of all colours seems to be Melted to one vast Iris of the West, Where the day joins the past Eternity; While, on the other hand, meek Dian's crest Floats through the azure air — an island...
Page 31 - ... prospect, are, in our estimation, really delicious. Their very familiar and easy simplicity makes them so. They are impressed in every page, every line, every word, with the reality of truth and the glow of nature. They are evidently no inventions, but transcripts. His scenes stretch away before you ; his people move, look, and walk with an individuality and a force only to be produced by the hand of a master. Indeed, these opening pages are full of those delightfully graphic and pleasing delineations...