Fraser's Magazine, Volumen27Longmans, Green, and Company, 1843 |
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... beautiful as the Graces . Costly prints thrown carelessly about the floor , and mixed up with sundry MSS . marked on the back " Very good , " " Sad stuff , " " Twaddle , " " Accepted , " " Rejected , " & c . & c . A lady's bonnet and ...
... beautiful as the Graces . Costly prints thrown carelessly about the floor , and mixed up with sundry MSS . marked on the back " Very good , " " Sad stuff , " " Twaddle , " " Accepted , " " Rejected , " & c . & c . A lady's bonnet and ...
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... beautiful city called Cork You'd not find such a writer as OLIVER YORKE . - No , upon my honour ; and the whole literary world , quorum pars maxima fui , admits it . And if any one denies it ! - - Naboclish . Well , after all , an ...
... beautiful city called Cork You'd not find such a writer as OLIVER YORKE . - No , upon my honour ; and the whole literary world , quorum pars maxima fui , admits it . And if any one denies it ! - - Naboclish . Well , after all , an ...
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... Beautiful you ' re in your boddice , Sparkling like a flask of hock . From those distant starry stations You have come to gild our sphere ; Gods ! your eyes are constellations ! Every glance as diamond clear . Sweeter are your words ...
... Beautiful you ' re in your boddice , Sparkling like a flask of hock . From those distant starry stations You have come to gild our sphere ; Gods ! your eyes are constellations ! Every glance as diamond clear . Sweeter are your words ...
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... beautiful , brilliant , and cloudless as ever . As the coffin was removed , thunder again followed ; and as it was lowered into the vault , it was accom- panied by blasts of thunder , accompanied with flashes of lightning that were ...
... beautiful , brilliant , and cloudless as ever . As the coffin was removed , thunder again followed ; and as it was lowered into the vault , it was accom- panied by blasts of thunder , accompanied with flashes of lightning that were ...
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... beautiful , we may suppose , as Nell Gwynn . To Arch - ey'd Eittle Nell . Who cares for APOLLO , or NIGHT , my boys , Or the moon which your poets so prize ? Look , here are my fountains of light , my boys , NELLY'S fond and beautiful ...
... beautiful , we may suppose , as Nell Gwynn . To Arch - ey'd Eittle Nell . Who cares for APOLLO , or NIGHT , my boys , Or the moon which your poets so prize ? Look , here are my fountains of light , my boys , NELLY'S fond and beautiful ...
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Página 379 - And a man shall be as an hiding place from the wind, and a covert from the tempest ; as rivers of water in a dry place, as the shadow of a great rock in a weary land.
Página 72 - The fisher left his skiff to rock on Tamar's glittering waves : The rugged miners poured to war from Mendip's sunless caves: O'er Longleat's towers, o'er Cranbourne's oaks, the fiery herald flew: He roused the shepherds of Stonehenge, the rangers of Beaulieu. Right sharp and quick the bells all night rang out from Bristol town, And ere the day three hundred horse had met on Clifton down...
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Página 70 - But the Consul's brow was sad, And the Consul's speech was low, And darkly looked he at the wall, And darkly at the foe: "Their van will be upon us Before the bridge goes down ; And if they once may win the bridge, What hope to save the town?
Página 72 - Hampstead's swarthy moor they started for the north ; And on, and on, without a pause, untired they bounded still: All night from tower to tower they sprang; they sprang from hill to hill : Till...
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Página 348 - Now the golden Morn aloft Waves her dew-bespangled wing, With vermeil cheek and whisper soft She woos the tardy Spring: Till April starts, and calls around The sleeping fragrance from the ground, And lightly o'er the living scene Scatters his freshest, tenderest green.
Página 61 - D'Aumale hath cried for quarter. The Flemish Count is slain. Their ranks are breaking like thin clouds before a Biscay gale; The field is heaped with bleeding steeds, and flags, and cloven mail; And then, we thought on vengeance, and, all along our van, "Remember St. Bartholomew," was passed from man to man; But out spake gentle Henry, "No Frenchman is my foe: Down, down with every foreigner, but let your brethren go
Página 60 - And Appenzel's stout infantry, and Egmont's Flemish spears. There rode the brood of false Lorraine, the curses of our land; And dark Mayenne was in the midst, a truncheon in his hand; And, as we looked on them, we thought of Seine's...
Página 67 - This was the noblest Roman of them all: All the conspirators, save only he, Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He, only, in a general honest thought, And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle; and the elements So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up, And say to all the world, This was a man!