The Metropolitan Magazine, Volume 52Saunders and Otley, 1848 |
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... Towns , the ; their Effects , Causes , and the Means of Pre- vention . By J. E. Ritchie , 175 . Evangeline , a Tale of Acadie . By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow , 301 . History of a Grave , the . By Mrs. Charles Tinsley , 357 . How will it ...
... Towns , the ; their Effects , Causes , and the Means of Pre- vention . By J. E. Ritchie , 175 . Evangeline , a Tale of Acadie . By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow , 301 . History of a Grave , the . By Mrs. Charles Tinsley , 357 . How will it ...
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... town's clock at you , " and with a suppressed chuckle , which made his huge chest heave convulsively , Dick strode out of the room , after adjuring Walter to hurry down as soon as he could , or he would not answer for the consequences ...
... town's clock at you , " and with a suppressed chuckle , which made his huge chest heave convulsively , Dick strode out of the room , after adjuring Walter to hurry down as soon as he could , or he would not answer for the consequences ...
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... towns are all forsaken , where he comes . His frown is death . His smile is yet more dreadful , For that is death with torture . In the morning Men watch his first look , for ' tis ominous Of the day's colour . Then death is busy . Has ...
... towns are all forsaken , where he comes . His frown is death . His smile is yet more dreadful , For that is death with torture . In the morning Men watch his first look , for ' tis ominous Of the day's colour . Then death is busy . Has ...
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... towns are all forsaken , where he comes . His frown is death . His smile is yet more dreadful , For that is death with torture . In the morning Men watch his first look , for ' tis ominous Of the day's colour . Has his rest been broken ...
... towns are all forsaken , where he comes . His frown is death . His smile is yet more dreadful , For that is death with torture . In the morning Men watch his first look , for ' tis ominous Of the day's colour . Has his rest been broken ...
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... towns , except Brussels . The greatest con- trast of all , however , was in the appearance of the troops . In Belgium , the soldiers are small of stature , very loosely dressed with long frock coats , reaching almost to their ancles ...
... towns , except Brussels . The greatest con- trast of all , however , was in the appearance of the troops . In Belgium , the soldiers are small of stature , very loosely dressed with long frock coats , reaching almost to their ancles ...
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Page 334 - DUKE'S PALACE. [Enter DUKE, CURIO, LORDS; MUSICIANS attending.] DUKE. If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Page 162 - Why have my sisters husbands, if they say They love you all? Haply, when I shall wed, That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry Half my love with him, half my care and duty. Sure I shall never marry like my sisters, To love my father all.
Page 295 - Died on his lips, and their motion revealed what his tongue would have spoken. Vainly he strove to rise ; and Evangeline, kneeling beside him, Kissed his dying lips, and laid his head on her bosom. Sweet was the light of his eyes ; but it suddenly sank into darkness, As when a lamp is blown out by a gust of wind at a casement.
Page 169 - O my dear father ! Restoration, hang Thy medicine on my lips ; and let this kiss Repair those violent harms, that my two sisters Have in thy reverence made ! Kent.
Page 294 - Many a languid head, upraised as Evangeline entered, Turned on its pillow of pain to gaze while she passed, for her presence Fell on their hearts like a ray of the sun on the walls of a prison.
Page 170 - Lear. Be your tears wet ? yes, faith. I pray, weep not : If you have poison for me I will drink it. I know you do not love me ; for your sisters Have, as I do remember, done me wrong : You have some cause, they have not. Cor. No cause, no cause.
Page 286 - Rose from a hundred hearths, the homes of peace and contentment. Thus dwelt together in love these simple Acadian farmers, — Dwelt in the love of God and of man. Alike were they free from Fear, that reigns with the tyrant, and envy, the vice of republics.
Page 161 - Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth : I love your majesty According to my bond ; nor more nor less.
Page 289 - What is this that ye do, my children? what madness has seized you? Forty years of my life have I labored among you, and taught you, Not in word alone, but in deed, to love one another ! Is this the fruit of my toils, of my vigils and prayers and privations?
Page 325 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.