Ainsworth's Magazine, Volumen1William Harrison Ainsworth Chapman and Hall, 1842 |
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... fear you don't get such liquor as this with your master . He don't brew over - strong - not too much malt and hops , eh ? " " That's true enough , Sir , " replied Jacob , gruffly . " Do you get any ale at all , Jacob ? " inquired Mrs ...
... fear you don't get such liquor as this with your master . He don't brew over - strong - not too much malt and hops , eh ? " " That's true enough , Sir , " replied Jacob , gruffly . " Do you get any ale at all , Jacob ? " inquired Mrs ...
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... fear , he dissipated it . " " At all events , he greatly embarrassed it , sir , " replied the young man ; " and , I lament to say , that the situation of his affairs preyed upon his spirits , and no doubt hastened his end . " " I feared ...
... fear , he dissipated it . " " At all events , he greatly embarrassed it , sir , " replied the young man ; " and , I lament to say , that the situation of his affairs preyed upon his spirits , and no doubt hastened his end . " " I feared ...
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... fear became confirmed ; though , after the determi- nation his mother had expressed , he did not like to add his dissuasions to those of his sister . The widow came forth . " We have a weary journey to go to - day , Tartar , " said she ...
... fear became confirmed ; though , after the determi- nation his mother had expressed , he did not like to add his dissuasions to those of his sister . The widow came forth . " We have a weary journey to go to - day , Tartar , " said she ...
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... fear , should strengthen the already intolerable agony that weighed on all . Often did Stephen go out of doors and gaze into the storm , and return to the trembling party with a face that seemed to have caught its whiteness from the ...
... fear , should strengthen the already intolerable agony that weighed on all . Often did Stephen go out of doors and gaze into the storm , and return to the trembling party with a face that seemed to have caught its whiteness from the ...
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... fear , " murmured she to herself , " I am doomed to die in this snow cave . I am already in my grave ! Alas ! my poor children , what will become of you ? how will your tender age struggle in this hard world ? ” Feeling that she was ...
... fear , " murmured she to herself , " I am doomed to die in this snow cave . I am already in my grave ! Alas ! my poor children , what will become of you ? how will your tender age struggle in this hard world ? ” Feeling that she was ...
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Ainsworth's Magazine: A Miscellany of Romance, General Literature ..., Volumen19 Vista completa - 1851 |
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Página 178 - Murder? Ghost. Murder most foul, as in the best it is ; But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.
Página 323 - You haste away so soon: As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing.
Página 319 - How often have I paused on every charm, The sheltered cot, the cultivated farm, The never-failing brook, the busy mill, The decent church that topped the neighboring hill, The hawthorn-bush, with seats beneath the shade, For talking age and whispering lovers made!
Página 241 - I cannot but think myself singularly obliged by a gentleman with whom I have not the pleasure of being acquainted, when I read your very curious and kind letter, which I have this minute received.
Página 179 - King Stephen was a worthy peer, His breeches cost him but a crown; He held them sixpence all too dear, With that he call'd the tailor lown. He was a wight of high renown, And thou art but of low degree: Tis pride that pulls the country down; Then take thine auld cloak about thee.
Página 101 - I have not leisure to write much. But I could chide thee that in many of thy Letters thou writest to me, That I should not be unmindful of thee and thy little ones. Truly, if I love you not too well, I think I err not on the other hand much. Thou art dearer to me than any creature; let that suffice.
Página 100 - Imagine the walls covered with (I call it paper, but it is really paper painted in perspective to represent) Gothic fretwork: the lightest Gothic balustrade to the staircase, adorned with antelopes (our supporters) bearing shields ; lean windows fattened with rich saints in painted glass, and a vestibule open with three arches on the landing-place, and niches full of trophies of old coats of mail, Indian shields made of rhinoceros's hides, broadswords, quivers, long bows, arrows, and spears — all...
Página 185 - The fountains of divine philosophy Fled not his thirsting lips, and all of great, Or good, or lovely, which the sacred past In truth or fable consecrates, he felt And knew.
Página 172 - ... were carved on the tops of the handles. Such as were at once opulent and generous, gave the whole twelve; those who were either more moderately rich or liberal, escaped at the...
Página 190 - WHAT is war and all its joys ? Useless mischief, empty noise. What are arms and trophies won ? Spangles glittering in the sun. Rosy Bacchus, give me wine, Happiness is only thine ! What is love without the bowl? 'Tis a languor of the soul : Crown'd with ivy, Venus charms, Ivy courts me to her arms. Bacchus, give me love and wine, Happiness is only thine ! THE VIRGIN S CHOICE.