Ainsworth's Magazine, Volumen1William Harrison Ainsworth Chapman and Hall, 1842 |
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... laughed Randulph , springing into the saddle . " Good night , Jacob . I shall hope ere long to see your old master and young mistress again . " With this he struck spurs into his steed , and rode off in the direction of Westminster ...
... laughed Randulph , springing into the saddle . " Good night , Jacob . I shall hope ere long to see your old master and young mistress again . " With this he struck spurs into his steed , and rode off in the direction of Westminster ...
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... laughing at this admirable epigram , and , without farther interruption , Scheherazade continued her story . 66 King Mushook was then firmly established on his throne , and had for his vizier that famous and worthy statesman Munsoor ...
... laughing at this admirable epigram , and , without farther interruption , Scheherazade continued her story . 66 King Mushook was then firmly established on his throne , and had for his vizier that famous and worthy statesman Munsoor ...
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... laughed of his own accord , for he was a man of no sort of humour ; but he made it a point whenever his master laughed always to roar too ; and in this instance his servility cost him dear . " The young female stork , as they were laughing ...
... laughed of his own accord , for he was a man of no sort of humour ; but he made it a point whenever his master laughed always to roar too ; and in this instance his servility cost him dear . " The young female stork , as they were laughing ...
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... laughing at the badness of the versification , handed them to my friend , who , with an infernal grin , folded and put them in his pocket - book , as Chamasso's Gray Man did the Shadow , and soon after took his leave . That same night ...
... laughing at the badness of the versification , handed them to my friend , who , with an infernal grin , folded and put them in his pocket - book , as Chamasso's Gray Man did the Shadow , and soon after took his leave . That same night ...
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... laughing . " Well , that can be easily managed . A perruquier whom I patronize , Pokerich by name , lives opposite old Starve's dwelling , and must know his servant , if he keeps one ; if not , he must know the miser himself . I'll get ...
... laughing . " Well , that can be easily managed . A perruquier whom I patronize , Pokerich by name , lives opposite old Starve's dwelling , and must know his servant , if he keeps one ; if not , he must know the miser himself . I'll get ...
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Ainsworth's Magazine: A Miscellany of Romance, General Literature ..., Volumen19 Vista completa - 1851 |
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Abel Alleyn appeared arms asked beautiful Beechcroft better Broadlands called castle Chester Castle Comus Cordwell Firebras Crackenthorpe cried the miser Cripps daughter Deacle dear Diggs door dress Earl Earl of Chester Edward Alleyn exclaimed eyes fair father followed gentleman girl give glass hand head hear heard heart Hilda honour hope Hope Theatre Horace Walpole hour Jukes King Lady Brabazon laughing live look Lord Lord Brackley LOUISA STUART COSTELLO Mary Marylebone Gardens master morning mother nephew never night o'er passed person Peter Philip Frewin poor Randulph Crew rejoined replied Jacob replied Randulph replied the miser returned Roger Dutton round Scarve Scheherazade seen shew side Sir Bulkeley Sir Norfolk smile spirit Strawberry Hill taste tell thee thing thou thought tone took Trussell turned uncle vizier walk Walpole window word young
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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.