The Lady's Weekly Miscellany, Band 8John Clough, 1808 |
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... asked : - " No other than who ? " " Than the sister of the man whose picture you once shewed me ; " replied the confidante hast- ily . The lady heaved a deep sigh . A mained for them but to be flayed where reliques THE LADY'S.
... asked : - " No other than who ? " " Than the sister of the man whose picture you once shewed me ; " replied the confidante hast- ily . The lady heaved a deep sigh . A mained for them but to be flayed where reliques THE LADY'S.
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... asked what punishment that servant was worthy of who made use of a king's daughter as a mule , and caused himself to be carried on her shoul - cause for repentance ; who told ders in the midst of winter , through night , snow , and all ...
... asked what punishment that servant was worthy of who made use of a king's daughter as a mule , and caused himself to be carried on her shoul - cause for repentance ; who told ders in the midst of winter , through night , snow , and all ...
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... asked , " is it this portrait that she resembles ? " " Yes , this , " replied Leonora . " Then I am once more permit- ted to have a sight of that dear be- clouded face . " " Look well at this , without the cloud , which exists only in ...
... asked , " is it this portrait that she resembles ? " " Yes , this , " replied Leonora . " Then I am once more permit- ted to have a sight of that dear be- clouded face . " " Look well at this , without the cloud , which exists only in ...
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... asked her ? " " Madame Friedberg , I believe she pronounced it . Did she tell you a different name ? " No ; but she blushed when she pronounced it , and appeared embarrased as though she had done something improper . May not some secret ...
... asked her ? " " Madame Friedberg , I believe she pronounced it . Did she tell you a different name ? " No ; but she blushed when she pronounced it , and appeared embarrased as though she had done something improper . May not some secret ...
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... asked the mistress of the castle . " Of losing my reason ? " inter . rupted the recluse . " Oh ! that I were exposed to no other dan- ger . My reason is extremely te- nacious . Have you not heard of amadman who lived in Athens of old ...
... asked the mistress of the castle . " Of losing my reason ? " inter . rupted the recluse . " Oh ! that I were exposed to no other dan- ger . My reason is extremely te- nacious . Have you not heard of amadman who lived in Athens of old ...
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Seite 30 - This advice, thus beat into my head, has frequently been of use to me; and I often think of it, when I see pride mortified, and misfortunes brought upon people by their carrying their heads too high.
Seite 30 - I did not understand him, till I felt my head hit against the beam. He was a man that never missed any occasion of giving instruction, and upon this he said to me, " You are young, and have the world before you; STOOP as you go through it, and you will miss many hard thumps...
Seite 359 - In this was every art, and every charm, To win the wisest, and the coldest warm: Fond love, the gentle vow, the gay desire, The kind deceit, the still-reviving fire, Persuasive speech, and more persuasive sighs, Silence that spoke, and eloquence of eyes.
Seite 108 - ... first she told me that I rode too fast, and she could not keep up with me ; and, when I rode a little slower, she passed me, and complained that I lagged behind. I was not to be made the slave of caprice ; and I resolved to begin as I meant to end. I therefore pushed on briskly, till I was fairly out of her sight. The road lay between two hedges, so I was sure she could not miss it ; and I contrived that she should soon come up with me. When she did, I observed her to be in tears.
Seite 128 - O, when shall I dance on the daisy-white mead, In the shade of an elm, to the sound of the reed ? When shall I return to that lowly retreat, Where all my fond objects of tenderness meet, — The lambs and the heifers that follow my call, My father, my mother, My sister, my brother, And dear Isabella, the joy of them all ? O, when shall I visit the land of my birth ? — 'Tis the loveliest land on the face of the earth.
Seite 204 - This feeling produced a mental anxiety which was indescribable; she tried to cry, but her soul was without power, and could not act on her body. She had the contradictory feeling as if she were in her body, and yet not in it, at one and the same time.
Seite 29 - The whole stock of a poor Arabian of the Desert consisted of a most beautiful mare. The French Consul at Said offered to purchase her, with an intention to send her to his master Louis XIV".
Seite 89 - It may be answered, by drowning. And who drowned him ? Sir James Hales. And when did he drown him ? In his lifetime. So that Sir James Hales, being alive, caused Sir James Hales to die ; and the act of the living man was the death of the dead man. And then for this offence it is reasonable to punish the living man who committed the offence, and not the dead man.
Seite 64 - And while my lone step prints the dew, Dear are the dreams that bless my view, To Memory's eye the maid appears, For whom have sprung my sweetest tears, So oft, so tenderly : . I see her, as with graceful care She binds her braids of sunny hair ; I feel her harp's melodious thrill Strike to my heart — and thence be still...
Seite 349 - One of the gentlemen who employed himself with his pen in making these calculations told him he was wrong, and that the sum was not so great as he had said — upon which the old man hastily replied : 'top, massa, you forget de leap year.