The Royal Lady's Magazine, and Archives of the Court of St. James's, Volume 5W. Sams, 1833 - Great Britain |
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... side of her head , and cipal courts , and returned , after an ab- dividing the luxuriant ringlets over her sence of several years , a proficient in brow , pressed it lightly to his bosom , every possible acquirement . He speaks and ...
... side of her head , and cipal courts , and returned , after an ab- dividing the luxuriant ringlets over her sence of several years , a proficient in brow , pressed it lightly to his bosom , every possible acquirement . He speaks and ...
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... side of the road . " Dennis , my boy ! " said the gentle- man , putting his hand on the shoulder of the footman . " Holy St. Patrick ! " exclaimed the per- son thus unexpectedly addressed , eyeing the well - known figure before him with ...
... side of the road . " Dennis , my boy ! " said the gentle- man , putting his hand on the shoulder of the footman . " Holy St. Patrick ! " exclaimed the per- son thus unexpectedly addressed , eyeing the well - known figure before him with ...
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... side . The exquisite had had no oppor- tunity , during the short time he had been at Mrs. Byrom's , when he called to conduct them to Lady F — ' s , to make the observations on Louisa , now that the film of passion had been re- moved ...
... side . The exquisite had had no oppor- tunity , during the short time he had been at Mrs. Byrom's , when he called to conduct them to Lady F — ' s , to make the observations on Louisa , now that the film of passion had been re- moved ...
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... side of a brook , whose waters swept rapidly over their sandy bed , and filled the air with freshness and music . He ruminated a while with his under- lip out in a pouting way , which with him , as well as others , was a sign of some ...
... side of a brook , whose waters swept rapidly over their sandy bed , and filled the air with freshness and music . He ruminated a while with his under- lip out in a pouting way , which with him , as well as others , was a sign of some ...
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... side to - day may be missed when the rolling months shall bring another season of mirth . There is a sweet moral in these thoughts . I would press it upon the attention of my youthful readers . Let them reflect upon it when passion ...
... side to - day may be missed when the rolling months shall bring another season of mirth . There is a sweet moral in these thoughts . I would press it upon the attention of my youthful readers . Let them reflect upon it when passion ...
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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...