The New Monthly Magazine, Band 99Chapman and Hall (Adams and Francis; E.W. Allen), 1853 |
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... Eliza was to be of the party , would not Phillips be there too ? He would not go . He sat down on the side of his bed . Would he let her know then that he took her coldness so much to heart that he was careless about seeing this grand ...
... Eliza was to be of the party , would not Phillips be there too ? He would not go . He sat down on the side of his bed . Would he let her know then that he took her coldness so much to heart that he was careless about seeing this grand ...
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... Eliza as if she were no more to you than Miss O'Leary , the old fruit - woman . Criticise her as your friend would criticise a book by a new author for the Athenæum . Don't let your heart in- terfere . You know my opinion of her ...
... Eliza as if she were no more to you than Miss O'Leary , the old fruit - woman . Criticise her as your friend would criticise a book by a new author for the Athenæum . Don't let your heart in- terfere . You know my opinion of her ...
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... Eliza - to hear her ringing voice again . " As he turned into the high road an omnibus came up . It was greatly overcrowded , inside and out , but this was not a morning to be particular . The conductor hailed him , and , as there were ...
... Eliza - to hear her ringing voice again . " As he turned into the high road an omnibus came up . It was greatly overcrowded , inside and out , but this was not a morning to be particular . The conductor hailed him , and , as there were ...
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... Eliza was not . Phillips was not . The people who were there are not important to this narrative . There was a painter , who would have been a pre - Adamite if Adam had painted , so violently was he enamoured of what was ancient . There ...
... Eliza was not . Phillips was not . The people who were there are not important to this narrative . There was a painter , who would have been a pre - Adamite if Adam had painted , so violently was he enamoured of what was ancient . There ...
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... Eliza Thornhill was an heiress . Her mother was of good family , but poor . She was sent out to Madras - a very distant uncle so wanted a friendly face from home . She was engaged to a civilian there within three months ; he had a ...
... Eliza Thornhill was an heiress . Her mother was of good family , but poor . She was sent out to Madras - a very distant uncle so wanted a friendly face from home . She was engaged to a civilian there within three months ; he had a ...
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Seite 78 - Roman nose, And his cheek was like a rose In the snow. But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin Like a staff, And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy crack In his laugh. I know it is a sin For me to sit and grin At him here ; But the old three-cornered hat, And the breeches, and all that, Are so queer! And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree In the spring, Let them smile, as I do now, At the old forsaken bough Where I cling.
Seite 412 - For it is not metres, but a metre-making argument that makes a poem, — a thought so passionate and alive that like the spirit of a plant or an animal it has an architecture of its own, and adorns nature with a new thing.
Seite 297 - Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house...
Seite 296 - O'er wandering brooks and springs unseen, Or columbines, in purple dressed, Nod o'er the ground-bird's hidden nest. Thou waitest late and com'st alone, When woods are bare and birds are flown, And frosts and shortening days portend The aged year is near his end. Then doth thy sweet and quiet eye Look through its fringes to the sky, Blue — blue — as if that sky let fall A flower from its cerulean wall.
Seite 298 - I behold them for the first, And my heart swells, while the dilated sight Takes in the encircling vastness. Lo ! they stretch In airy undulations, far away, As if the ocean, in his gentlest swell, Stood still, with all his rounded billows fixed, And motionless for ever.
Seite 77 - Ere the pruning-knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the Crier on his round Through the town.
Seite 269 - But knowledge is as food, and needs no less Her temperance over appetite, to know In measure what the mind may well contain; Oppresses else with surfeit, and soon turns Wisdom to folly, as nourishment to wind.
Seite 296 - The red-bird warbled, as he wrought His hanging nest o'erhead, And fearless, near the fatal spot, Her young the partridge led. But there was weeping far away, And gentle eyes, for him, With watching many an anxious day, Were sorrowful and dim.
Seite 449 - I could never hear the AveMary bell* without an elevation, or think it a sufficient warrant, because they erred in one circumstance, for me to err in all, that is, in silence and dumb contempt ; whilst therefore they directed their devotions to her, I offered mine to God, and rectified the errors of their prayers, by rightly ordering mine own.
Seite 296 - The mountain wolf and wild-cat stole To banquet on the dead ; — Nor how, when strangers found his bones, They dressed the hasty bier, And marked his grave with nameless stones, Unmoistened by a tear. But long they looked, and feared, and wept, Within his distant home ; And dreamed, and started as they slept, For joy that he was come.