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Página 241
May never was the month of love , For May is full of flowers ; ' Tis rather April , wet
by kind , For love is full of showers . " Bordering on sadness , but withalso sweet
You scarce might call it sorrow ; and that smile But speaks of patient mild ...
May never was the month of love , For May is full of flowers ; ' Tis rather April , wet
by kind , For love is full of showers . " Bordering on sadness , but withalso sweet
You scarce might call it sorrow ; and that smile But speaks of patient mild ...
Página 369
We believe , farther , that this is the first book on Cookery that has ever found
notice or remark in the circle of the Sciences ; and the Encyclopædia Britannia in
the Supplement cannot omit recommending it as a first rate work of the kind , and
as ...
We believe , farther , that this is the first book on Cookery that has ever found
notice or remark in the circle of the Sciences ; and the Encyclopædia Britannia in
the Supplement cannot omit recommending it as a first rate work of the kind , and
as ...
Página 378
habit has given me the From Bordeaux Mr. H. went to Tou- quiring by a kind of
undefinable tact , louse , and thence to Montpelier , where as correct ideas of
objects as the most he tells us , accurate descriptions would give ; and “ On
leaving ...
habit has given me the From Bordeaux Mr. H. went to Tou- quiring by a kind of
undefinable tact , louse , and thence to Montpelier , where as correct ideas of
objects as the most he tells us , accurate descriptions would give ; and “ On
leaving ...
Página 379
... quantity of oily matter , but which in meagre kind , the wine - dealers mix thé
this case soon grows rancid . juice with pigeon's dung , or quicklime , “ The dregs
which remain after these in order to give it a spirit which nature operations , when
...
... quantity of oily matter , but which in meagre kind , the wine - dealers mix thé
this case soon grows rancid . juice with pigeon's dung , or quicklime , “ The dregs
which remain after these in order to give it a spirit which nature operations , when
...
Página 430
It is a her own blind husband ? Or would the “ story book , " however , of a kind
quite fear of poverty have benumbed her new , at least in English literature ; for
feelings ? Or rather would it not have we rather suspect that the Germans given
new ...
It is a her own blind husband ? Or would the “ story book , " however , of a kind
quite fear of poverty have benumbed her new , at least in English literature ; for
feelings ? Or rather would it not have we rather suspect that the Germans given
new ...
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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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