The New Monthly Belle Assemblée, Tom 28Joseph Rogerson |
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... hear his account of Brazil ; it is an age since I saw him . Why did not you go , Hannah , who love dancing so much ? " Hannah's blue eyes seemed now to be dancing instead of their owner's feet ; and the tone was mirthful in which she ...
... hear his account of Brazil ; it is an age since I saw him . Why did not you go , Hannah , who love dancing so much ? " Hannah's blue eyes seemed now to be dancing instead of their owner's feet ; and the tone was mirthful in which she ...
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... hear this from Captain Macdonald , the only time I ever heard him talk rationally , if you can call any man rational whose wisest talk is of ghosts , and spectres , and hobgoblins ! warm negus - and now for my tale , or rather Charles ...
... hear this from Captain Macdonald , the only time I ever heard him talk rationally , if you can call any man rational whose wisest talk is of ghosts , and spectres , and hobgoblins ! warm negus - and now for my tale , or rather Charles ...
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... hear all about the stranger . However , she had more self - control than I think I should have had in her place ; so she " But the eagle is a fierce bird of prey , " re- followed her lady home with all proper meek - monstrated Marcelly ...
... hear all about the stranger . However , she had more self - control than I think I should have had in her place ; so she " But the eagle is a fierce bird of prey , " re- followed her lady home with all proper meek - monstrated Marcelly ...
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... hear only the tones of love and hope , and I for- get all the deceit and the hollowness , and yearn for life , and dear ones to love me . " " And why should not you darling Ella ? " cried Hannah , eager to dissipate the sad thoughts ...
... hear only the tones of love and hope , and I for- get all the deceit and the hollowness , and yearn for life , and dear ones to love me . " " And why should not you darling Ella ? " cried Hannah , eager to dissipate the sad thoughts ...
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... hear this man ad- dress him : " Monsieur , " said he , " you have no doubt some reason for assuming the name of Citizen Lelue , but that is no affair of mine . It is all one to me whether you call yourself Peter or Paul . This I know ...
... hear this man ad- dress him : " Monsieur , " said he , " you have no doubt some reason for assuming the name of Citizen Lelue , but that is no affair of mine . It is all one to me whether you call yourself Peter or Paul . This I know ...
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Strona 118 - For woman is not undevelopt man, But diverse : could we make her as the man, Sweet love were slain : his dearest bond is this, Not like to like, but like in difference. Yet in the long years liker must they grow ; The man be more of woman, she of man...
Strona 254 - I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. He thought I was a ghost, mother, for I was all in white; And I ran by him without speaking, like a flash of light : They call me cruel-hearted, but I care not what they say, For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o
Strona 202 - O'er mountain, tower, and town, Or, mirrored in the ocean vast, A thousand fathoms down ! As fresh in yon horizon dark, As young thy beauties seem. As when the eagle from the ark First sported in thy beam. For, faithful to its sacred page, Heaven still rebuilds thy span • Nor lets the type grow pale with age That first spoke peace to man.
Strona 190 - The Cypress and her spire; —Of flowers that with one scarlet gleam Cover a hundred leagues, and seem To set the hills on fire. The Youth of green savannahs spake, And many an endless, endless lake, With all its fairy crowds Of islands, that together lie As quietly as spots of sky Among the evening clouds.
Strona 137 - IT is the first mild day of March : Each minute sweeter than before, The redbreast sings from the tall larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees, and mountains bare And grass in the green field.
Strona 190 - Her father took another mate ; And Ruth, not seven years old, A slighted child, at her own will Went wandering over dale and hill, In thoughtless freedom, bold.
Strona 190 - He was a lovely youth ! I guess The panther in the wilderness Was not so fair as he ; And, when he chose to sport and play, No dolphin ever was so gay Upon the tropic sea.
Strona 18 - The latter part of his life cannot be remembered but with pity and sadness. He languished some years under that depression of mind which enchains the faculties without destroying them, and leaves reason the knowledge of right without the power of pursuing it.
Strona 254 - I sleep so sound all night, mother, that I shall never wake, If you do not call me loud when the day begins to break; But I must gather knots of flowers, and buds and garlands gay, For I'm to be Queen o...
Strona 136 - I COME, I come ! ye have called me long, I come o'er the mountains with light and song ! Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth, By the winds which tell of the violet's birth, By the primrose-stars in the shadowy grass, By the green leaves, opening as I pass.