The New Monthly Magazine, Volumen3E. Littell, 1822 |
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... thought Eng- lishmen were all heretics , and had no faith in Bons Dieux , offering , at the same time , to accompany me to the Quai des Orfèvres . We VOL . III . No. 1. - 1822 . A proceeded immediately to her jeweller's . She mentioned ...
... thought Eng- lishmen were all heretics , and had no faith in Bons Dieux , offering , at the same time , to accompany me to the Quai des Orfèvres . We VOL . III . No. 1. - 1822 . A proceeded immediately to her jeweller's . She mentioned ...
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... thought I designed it for a present à ma bien - aimée in England . I urged her to give that proof of her confi- dence and esteem - which she no longer denied me . I perceived that she wore no chain , and asked the jeweller to produce ...
... thought I designed it for a present à ma bien - aimée in England . I urged her to give that proof of her confi- dence and esteem - which she no longer denied me . I perceived that she wore no chain , and asked the jeweller to produce ...
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... thought to have seen Dicky Barrow Quit Chancery - lane for the Land of Pizarro . You and I were the prime ones ... thought they'd have stood it : the devil a bit : They bolted a Davy , and took out a writ . Nunky finch'd : it was no use ...
... thought to have seen Dicky Barrow Quit Chancery - lane for the Land of Pizarro . You and I were the prime ones ... thought they'd have stood it : the devil a bit : They bolted a Davy , and took out a writ . Nunky finch'd : it was no use ...
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... thoughts and prayers to which it gives birth , are generally of that mild , resigned , and angelic character , which the ... thought that pale decay Would steal before the steps of Time , And waste its bloom away , Mary ! Yet still thy ...
... thoughts and prayers to which it gives birth , are generally of that mild , resigned , and angelic character , which the ... thought that pale decay Would steal before the steps of Time , And waste its bloom away , Mary ! Yet still thy ...
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... thought , or done , or suf- fered much , the level days of his childhood seem at an immeasura- ble distance , far off as the age of shivalry , or as the line of Sesostris . There are some recollections of such overpowering vastness ...
... thought , or done , or suf- fered much , the level days of his childhood seem at an immeasura- ble distance , far off as the age of shivalry , or as the line of Sesostris . There are some recollections of such overpowering vastness ...
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Página 415 - The moon shines bright : — In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise...
Página 491 - Sweet Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die.
Página 238 - Purification in the old law did save, And such, as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind. Her face was...
Página 236 - Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Página 237 - LAWRENCE, of virtuous father virtuous son, Now that the fields are dank, and ways are mire, Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire Help waste a sullen day, what may be won From the hard season gaining? Time will run On smoother, till Favonius reinspire The frozen earth, and clothe in fresh attire The lily and rose, that neither sowed nor spun.
Página 551 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny : You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face ; You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Página 236 - CROMWELL, our chief of men, who through a cloud Not of war only, but detractions rude, Guided by faith and matchless fortitude, To peace and truth thy glorious way hast ploughed...
Página 220 - God Almighty first planted a garden; and, indeed, it is the purest of human pleasures; it is the greatest refreshment to the spirits of man; without which buildings and palaces are but gross handyworks...
Página 491 - This dish of meat is too good for any but Anglers, or very honest men ; and I trust, you will prove both, and therefore I have trusted you with this secret.
Página 237 - When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not : in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills and they To heaven.