The Royal Lady's Magazine, and Archives of the Court of St. James's, Volume 5W. Sams, 1833 - Great Britain |
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... scene was ren- dered still more striking by the ill - sup- pressed giggling of the negresses in the hall , whom the new - comer , regardless of his announcement , appeared to be lei- VOL . V. surely amusing with some pleasant fa ...
... scene was ren- dered still more striking by the ill - sup- pressed giggling of the negresses in the hall , whom the new - comer , regardless of his announcement , appeared to be lei- VOL . V. surely amusing with some pleasant fa ...
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... scene we may have , for he is on the eve of one of his periodical frenzies , and seems very flighty to- night . He is very harmless generally in all his freaks , at those times when he is permitted to be about , and never of- fends in ...
... scene we may have , for he is on the eve of one of his periodical frenzies , and seems very flighty to- night . He is very harmless generally in all his freaks , at those times when he is permitted to be about , and never of- fends in ...
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... scenes of riot and drunkness succeed- ing the capture : all is quiet again ; but a breeze has sprung up , and a fra- gata de guerra bears down upon the vessels ; she approaches nearer and nearer ; the pirates , still sunk in drunken ...
... scenes of riot and drunkness succeed- ing the capture : all is quiet again ; but a breeze has sprung up , and a fra- gata de guerra bears down upon the vessels ; she approaches nearer and nearer ; the pirates , still sunk in drunken ...
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... scene with feelings of uttermost horror . Around a large circular table sat se- veral frightful apparitions , having the forms and features of the younger branches of his uncle's family - but oh , how changed ! -enveloped in the awful ...
... scene with feelings of uttermost horror . Around a large circular table sat se- veral frightful apparitions , having the forms and features of the younger branches of his uncle's family - but oh , how changed ! -enveloped in the awful ...
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... scene of horror , when lo ! the magic light was suddenly extinguished , and he found himself in utter darkness- but not in solitude . The slender , pal- pable , and warm frame of Lady Julia lay lightly in his arms , material in sub ...
... scene of horror , when lo ! the magic light was suddenly extinguished , and he found himself in utter darkness- but not in solitude . The slender , pal- pable , and warm frame of Lady Julia lay lightly in his arms , material in sub ...
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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...