The New Year's Gift and Juvenile Souvenir1829 |
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... face the Title ) PAGE II . New Year's Gifts . By F. Engleheart , from a design by F. Howard ( Vignette Title ) III . Marriage of Richard Duke of York ( son of Edward IV . ) , to the Lady Anne Mowbray . By F. Engleheart , from a painting ...
... face the Title ) PAGE II . New Year's Gifts . By F. Engleheart , from a design by F. Howard ( Vignette Title ) III . Marriage of Richard Duke of York ( son of Edward IV . ) , to the Lady Anne Mowbray . By F. Engleheart , from a painting ...
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... face was painted , and his cloak taken away ; but it was observed that the rest of his cloath- ing might as well remain so long as it could , seeing it might be a protection from the snakes . He now became completely domesticated : went ...
... face was painted , and his cloak taken away ; but it was observed that the rest of his cloath- ing might as well remain so long as it could , seeing it might be a protection from the snakes . He now became completely domesticated : went ...
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... face was painted black and white , those colours being peculiar to a warrior in time of war— -after- wards a silver band was fastened round , into which was stuck a thick circle of red and green feathers ; the cartilages of his ears ...
... face was painted black and white , those colours being peculiar to a warrior in time of war— -after- wards a silver band was fastened round , into which was stuck a thick circle of red and green feathers ; the cartilages of his ears ...
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... face that once like spring - time smiled , On earth no more thou'lt see . V. " A rose's brief , bright life of joy , ' Such unto him was given ; — Go ! thou must play alone , my boy ! Thy brother is in heaven . " VI . " And has he left ...
... face that once like spring - time smiled , On earth no more thou'lt see . V. " A rose's brief , bright life of joy , ' Such unto him was given ; — Go ! thou must play alone , my boy ! Thy brother is in heaven . " VI . " And has he left ...
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... face of hers , which charms us still in the traceries , consigned by rude painters of that period to the windows of churches which she enriched by her beneficence . The little bride was received by the Bishop of Norwich at the THE EARLY ...
... face of hers , which charms us still in the traceries , consigned by rude painters of that period to the windows of churches which she enriched by her beneficence . The little bride was received by the Bishop of Norwich at the THE EARLY ...
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Página 52 - Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little Fly, Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by: With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew, — Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue; Thinking only of her crested head— poor foolish thing! At last, Up jumped the cunning Spider, and fiercely held her fast. He...
Página 51 - Come hither, hither, pretty Fly, with the pearl and silver wing ; Your robes are green and purple — there's a crest upon your head ; Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead...
Página 53 - At last, Up jumped the cunning Spider, and fiercely held her fast. He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den Within his little parlor — but she ne'er came out again! And now, dear little children, who may this story read, To idle, silly, flattering words, I pray you ne'er give heed; Unto an evil counsellor close heart, and ear, and eye, And take a lesson from this tale of the Spider and the Fly.
Página 51 - Sweet creature," said the spider, "You're witty and you're wise; How handsome are your gauzy wings, How brilliant are your eyes. I have a little looking-glass Upon my parlor shelf; If you'll step in one moment, dear, You shall behold yourself." "I thank you, gentle sir," she said, "For what you're pleased to say, And bidding you good morning, now, I'll call another day.
Página 50 - I do To prove the warm affection I've always felt for you? I have, within my pantry, Good store of all that's nice; I'm sure you're very welcome — Will you please to take a slice?" "O no, no," said the little fly, "Kind sir, that cannot be; I've heard what's in your pantry, And I do not wish to see.
Página 162 - I am lodged in a house that affords me conveniences and comforts which even a king could not command some centuries ago. There are ships crossing the seas in every direction, to bring what is useful to me from all parts of the earth.
Página 51 - said the Spider, ' you're witty and you're wise ; How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes ! I have a little looking-glass upon my parlour shelf, If you'll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself.' ' I thank you, gentle sir,' she said, ' for what you're pleased to say, And bidding you good morning now, I'll call another day.
Página 29 - And has he left his birds and flowers; And must I call in vain? And through the long, long summer hours, Will he not come again? " And by the brook and in the glade Are all our wanderings o'er? Oh ! while my brother with me play'd, Would I had loved him more !
Página 49 - Oh, no, no," said the little fly, " to ask me is in vain, For who goes up your winding stair, can ne'er come down again.