Chambers's Edinburgh journal, conducted by W. Chambers. [Continued as] Chambers's Journal of popular literature, science and arts, Tom 1 |
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... eyes , as round as a shilling , that made her look as if she was always astonished at something . The readings , which were the great solace of her existence , usually began in the evening , when Mr Poringer had betaken himself to the ...
... eyes , as round as a shilling , that made her look as if she was always astonished at something . The readings , which were the great solace of her existence , usually began in the evening , when Mr Poringer had betaken himself to the ...
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... eyes placidly upon her work . A boy , sir , ' answered Mr Poringer with gravity . A boy ? What boy ? ' ' I don't ... eyes , slowly , and some light - coloured object shewed itself for and Elizabeth looked up mechanically . The noiseless ...
... eyes placidly upon her work . A boy , sir , ' answered Mr Poringer with gravity . A boy ? What boy ? ' ' I don't ... eyes , slowly , and some light - coloured object shewed itself for and Elizabeth looked up mechanically . The noiseless ...
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... eyes helplessly upon him , as she kept clutching the handle of the door - ' O please , sir , Mr Poringer's giving orders at the Plough ! ' Send the cook ! ' ' O yes , sir ! O please , sir , Mrs Margery's not dressed ! ' ' Not dressed ...
... eyes helplessly upon him , as she kept clutching the handle of the door - ' O please , sir , Mr Poringer's giving orders at the Plough ! ' Send the cook ! ' ' O yes , sir ! O please , sir , Mrs Margery's not dressed ! ' ' Not dressed ...
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... eyes alternately from the setting sun to the infant that lay sleeping at her feet , fanned gently by a little slave - girl . The planter had been absent for many days , and as yet had not seen this last addition to his family ; but ...
... eyes alternately from the setting sun to the infant that lay sleeping at her feet , fanned gently by a little slave - girl . The planter had been absent for many days , and as yet had not seen this last addition to his family ; but ...
Strona 13
... eyes , and , in their Oriental sunny rays of morning light that stole through lattice door and window found Florence still asleep : a little more light , a little more warmth , a little more warbling of the birds without , and the ...
... eyes , and , in their Oriental sunny rays of morning light that stole through lattice door and window found Florence still asleep : a little more light , a little more warmth , a little more warbling of the birds without , and the ...
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Strona 314 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins: Such harmony is in immortal souls; But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we...
Strona 313 - The upper air burst into life! And a hundred fire-flags sheen, To and fro they were hurried about! And to and fro, and in and out, The wan stars danced between. And the coming wind did roar more loud, And the sails did sigh like sedge; And the rain poured down from one black cloud; The Moon was at its edge.
Strona 316 - Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale. She all night long her amorous descant sung : Silence was pleased. Now...
Strona 313 - Is the night chilly and dark? The night is chilly, but not dark. The thin gray cloud is spread on high, It covers but not hides the sky. The moon is behind, and at the full; And yet she looks both small and dull. The night is chill, the cloud is gray: 'Tis a month before the month of May, And the Spring comes slowly up this way.
Strona 315 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale ; She all night long her amorous descant sung...
Strona 314 - The moon shines bright : — In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise ; in such a night, Troilus, methinks, mounted the Trojan walls, And sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents, Where Cressid lay that night.
Strona 313 - The Moon was at its edge. The thick black cloud was cleft, and still The Moon was at its side: Like waters shot" from some high crag, The lightning fell with never a jag, A river steep and wide.
Strona 33 - THE OLD FAMILIAR FACES. I have had playmates, I have had companions, In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days ; All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I have been laughing, I have been carousing, Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cronies ; All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
Strona 316 - O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head ; Then shine the vales, the rocks in prospect rise, A flood of glory bursts from all the skies...
Strona 316 - Then shine the vales — the rocks in prospect rise, A flood of glory bursts from all the skies ; The conscious swains, rejoicing in the sight, Eye the blue vault, and bless the useful light. So many flames before proud Ilion blaze, And lighten...