The New Monthly Belle Assemblée, Volumen23Joseph Rogerson, 1845 |
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... lany , 249 Undine ; from the German of De la Motte Fouqué , 184 Woman's Influence , 117 Whiteboy , the ; a Story of Ire- land , 310 Women of Israel , the , 313 Hereford cathedral is a cruciform edifice , the great tower.
... lany , 249 Undine ; from the German of De la Motte Fouqué , 184 Woman's Influence , 117 Whiteboy , the ; a Story of Ire- land , 310 Women of Israel , the , 313 Hereford cathedral is a cruciform edifice , the great tower.
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... woman , and had entered on her matrimonial career fully deter- mined to perform all her relative duties ; she had taken her own mother as a model , but the cases differed when they were brought into comparison . My grandmother had ...
... woman , and had entered on her matrimonial career fully deter- mined to perform all her relative duties ; she had taken her own mother as a model , but the cases differed when they were brought into comparison . My grandmother had ...
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... woman , clad in widows ' weeds , has just paused , to ask the price of some early fruit ; the owner of which answers ... woman's face . But sorrow had made the poor widow selfish , and passing by the little suppliant , she entered the ...
... woman , clad in widows ' weeds , has just paused , to ask the price of some early fruit ; the owner of which answers ... woman's face . But sorrow had made the poor widow selfish , and passing by the little suppliant , she entered the ...
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... woman asked eighteenpence . It was a great deal of money to be sure for a flower ; but then what a comfort it would be , what a sweet companion during the many long hours when she sat sewing all by herself . She should only have to work ...
... woman asked eighteenpence . It was a great deal of money to be sure for a flower ; but then what a comfort it would be , what a sweet companion during the many long hours when she sat sewing all by herself . She should only have to work ...
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... woman who lived in one of the kitchens , and took in ironing and clear - starching ; for there were so many of the Browns to crowd around the tiny fire , that smouldered rather than burnt all day long in their cheerless grate . The ...
... woman who lived in one of the kitchens , and took in ironing and clear - starching ; for there were so many of the Browns to crowd around the tiny fire , that smouldered rather than burnt all day long in their cheerless grate . The ...
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Página 126 - Her favourite science was the mathematical, Her noblest virtue was her magnanimity, Her wit (she sometimes tried at wit) was Attic all, Her serious sayings darken'd to sublimity; In short, in all things she was fairly what I call A prodigy- her morning dress was dimity, Her evening silk, or, in the summer, muslin, And other stuffs, with which I won't stay puzzling. She knew the Latin- that is, 'the Lord's prayer...
Página 126 - Oh! she was perfect, past all parallel — Of any modern female saint's comparison; So far above the cunning powers of hell, Her guardian angel had given up his garrison: Even her minutest motions went as well As those of the best time-piece made by Harrison. In virtues nothing earthly could surpass her, Save thine 'incomparable oil,
Página 101 - Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth : Glad hearts, without reproach or blot; Who do thy work and know it not; Oh!
Página 126 - s to come Well, to renew : x.1 His mother was a learned lady, famed For every branch of every science known — In every Christian language ever named, With virtues equalled by her wit alone : She made the cleverest people quite ashamed, And even the good with inward envy groan, Finding themselves so very much exceeded, In their own way, by all the things that she did.
Página 113 - tis sometimes sweet to have our quarrels, Particularly with a tiresome friend: Sweet is old wine in bottles, ale in barrels; Dear is the helpless creature we defend Against the world: and dear the schoolboy spot We ne'er forget, though there we are forgot. CXXVII But sweeter still than this, than these, than all, Is first and passionate love— it stands alone, Like Adam's recollection of his fall...
Página 62 - Her hair, I said, was auburn; but her eyes Were black as death, their lashes the same hue, Of downcast length, in whose silk shadow lies Deepest attraction; for when to the view Forth from its raven fringe the full glance flies, Ne'er with such force the swiftest arrow flew; 'Tis as the snake late coil'd, who pours his length, And hurls at once his venom and his strength.
Página 342 - tis a lost fear; Man but a rush against Othello's breast, And he retires. — Where should Othello go? Now, how dost thou look now? O ill-starr'd wench! Pale as thy smock! when we shall meet at compt, This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven, And fiends will snatch at it.
Página 134 - I have no hope in loving thee, I only ask to love ; I brood upon my silent heart, As on its nest the dove. But little have I been beloved, Sad, silent, and alone : And yet I feel, in loving thee, The wide world is mine own. Thine is the name I breathe to Heaven, Thy face is on my sleep ; I only ask that love like this May pray for thee and weep.
Página 175 - Oh ! what a world of beauty A loving heart might plan — If man but did his duty, And helped his brother man ! A SKETCH.
Página 4 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends ; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike.