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Página 115
My heart was in Ireland , all hasband were still locked to each oth- my affections
were centered in my own er's breast when I entered the room , country ; and I
quickly bade adieu to and with a low obeisance introduced my kind friends , and
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My heart was in Ireland , all hasband were still locked to each oth- my affections
were centered in my own er's breast when I entered the room , country ; and I
quickly bade adieu to and with a low obeisance introduced my kind friends , and
...
Página 129
After some conversation , he is sufficient to harden the heart of the engaged to
ascend for three piastres , traveller , who cannot be expected to about 12s.6d .
From thence to the 17 ATHENEUM VOL . 11 . convent , where we were to rest our
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After some conversation , he is sufficient to harden the heart of the engaged to
ascend for three piastres , traveller , who cannot be expected to about 12s.6d .
From thence to the 17 ATHENEUM VOL . 11 . convent , where we were to rest our
...
Página 209
Fifty of mind , that was worse than drownyears since , when my hair was black ing
. In like manner , did all my roand my locks crisp , my form strong and mantic
adventures , and all the most handsome , and my heart as fearless as awful tales
to ...
Fifty of mind , that was worse than drownyears since , when my hair was black ing
. In like manner , did all my roand my locks crisp , my form strong and mantic
adventures , and all the most handsome , and my heart as fearless as awful tales
to ...
Página 241
Her's was a heart which , when it once had loved , Could but ill brook the many
trembling fears That absent love must know : -her fate was like A star , o'er which
the clouds steal one by one , Scarce seen , scarce noticed , acill the sweet light's
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Her's was a heart which , when it once had loved , Could but ill brook the many
trembling fears That absent love must know : -her fate was like A star , o'er which
the clouds steal one by one , Scarce seen , scarce noticed , acill the sweet light's
...
Página 431
Till God made you their own cottage — there was the sound blind , Allan , I knew
not how my soul of music and dancing feet on the little could be knit into yours —
I knew not green plat at the foot of the garden , by the love that was in my heart .
Till God made you their own cottage — there was the sound blind , Allan , I knew
not how my soul of music and dancing feet on the little could be knit into yours —
I knew not green plat at the foot of the garden , by the love that was in my heart .
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Página 262 - We are not of Alice, nor of thee, nor are we children at all. The children of Alice call Bartrum father. We are nothing ; less than nothing ; and dreams. We are only what might have been, and must wait upon the tedious shores of Lethe millions of ages before we have existence, and a name.
Página 262 - Then I told how for seven long years, in hope sometimes, sometimes in despair, yet persisting ever, I courted the fair Alice W n ; and, as much as children could understand, I explained to them what coyness, and difficulty, and denial meant in maidens — when suddenly, turning to Alice, the soul of the first Alice looked out at her eyes with such a reality of re-presentment, that I became in doubt which of them stood there before me, or whose that bright hair was...
Página 223 - Here lies Fred, Who was alive, and is dead. Had it been his father, I had much rather. Had it been his brother, Still better than another. Had it been his sister, No one would have missed her. Had it been the whole generation, Still better for the nation. But since 't is only Fred, Who was alive, and is dead, There's no more to be said.
Página 262 - I was lame-footed; and how when he died, though he had not been dead an hour, it seemed as if he had died a great while ago, such a distance there is betwixt life and death...
Página 319 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Página 261 - ... carried away to the owner's other house, where they were set up, and looked as awkward as if some one were to carry away the old tombs they had seen lately at the abbey, and stick them up in Lady C.'s tawdry gilt drawing-room. Here John smiled, as much as to say, " That would be foolish indeed.
Página 261 - ... or in lying about upon the fresh grass, with all the fine garden smells around me — or basking in the orangery, till I could almost fancy myself ripening too along with the oranges and the limes in that grateful warmth — or in watching the dace that darted to and fro in the fish-pond, at the bottom of the garden, with here and there a great sulky pike hanging midway down the water in silent state, as if it mocked at their impertinent friskings...
Página 200 - Cupid and my Campaspe played At cards for kisses — Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows; Loses them too; then down he throws The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (but none knows how), With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin; All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me?
Página 250 - tis her privilege Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy...
Página 261 - CHILDREN love to listen to stories about their elders, when they were children ; to stretch their imagination to the conception of a traditionary great-uncle or grandame whom they never saw.
Información bibliográfica
| Título | Spirit of the English Magazines, Volumen11 Volúmenes68-69;Volúmenes1365-1366 de American periodical series: 1800-1850 |
| Editor | Munroe and Francis, 1822 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Harvard |
| Digitalizado | 15 Mar 2007 |
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