The Anglo-American Magazine, Band 1Maclear., 1852 |
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... called the Island of St. John , having been permanently ceded by the treaty of 1763. At this time there were in these Colonies a large population of Aca- dian French , to which was added , at the close of the revolutionary war , an ...
... called the Island of St. John , having been permanently ceded by the treaty of 1763. At this time there were in these Colonies a large population of Aca- dian French , to which was added , at the close of the revolutionary war , an ...
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... called at the appointed hour of seven , and had remained alone in the apart- ment , while the servant went up stairs to The mistress apprize me that he was come . spoke so confidently about the long - tried in- tegrity of her servant ...
... called at the appointed hour of seven , and had remained alone in the apart- ment , while the servant went up stairs to The mistress apprize me that he was come . spoke so confidently about the long - tried in- tegrity of her servant ...
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... called . As he stood upon the stand , he turned partly round , and fixed his eyes for a moment , with pe- culiar meaning , on the prisoner . The latter , as he encountered their significant expression , was observed to turn very pale ...
... called . As he stood upon the stand , he turned partly round , and fixed his eyes for a moment , with pe- culiar meaning , on the prisoner . The latter , as he encountered their significant expression , was observed to turn very pale ...
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... Called . 3 Not a bit . 4 Cot , cottage . 5 Temperate . 6 Prevented . 7 Injured . 8 Signed . 9 Mr Tyrwhitt supposes the word dey " to refer to the management of a dairy ; and that it originally signified a hind . Manner dey " may ...
... Called . 3 Not a bit . 4 Cot , cottage . 5 Temperate . 6 Prevented . 7 Injured . 8 Signed . 9 Mr Tyrwhitt supposes the word dey " to refer to the management of a dairy ; and that it originally signified a hind . Manner dey " may ...
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... called to bear , they are not less keenly felt . A blow would crush a wren , that would scarce bend a feather in the strong " I hate the word . It should be banished from pinion of the eagle . I dare say that we would , the language ...
... called to bear , they are not less keenly felt . A blow would crush a wren , that would scarce bend a feather in the strong " I hate the word . It should be banished from pinion of the eagle . I dare say that we would , the language ...
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Seite 338 - The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread.
Seite 25 - What is this world? what asketh men to have? Now with his love, now in his colde grave Allone, withouten any compaignye.
Seite 338 - And the yellow sun-flower by the brook in autumn beauty stood, Till fell the frost from the clear, cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, And the brightness of their smile was gone from upland, glade and glen. And now, when comes the calm, mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home!
Seite 338 - And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.
Seite 223 - It is said, the evil spirytes that ben in the region of th' ayre, double moche when they here the belles rongen : and this is the cause why the belles ringen whan it thondreth, and whan grete tempeste and to rages of wether happen, to the ende that the feinds and wycked spirytes should ben abashed and flee, and cease of the movynge of tempeste.
Seite 338 - And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair meek blossom that grew up and faded by my side: In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the...
Seite 224 - Those joyous hours are past away ; And many a heart, that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells. And so 'twill be when I am gone ; That tuneful peal will still ring on, While other bards shall walk these dells, And sing...
Seite 390 - Do but look on her eyes, they do light All that Love's world compriseth! Do but look on her hair, it is bright As Love's star when it riseth! Do but mark, her...
Seite 226 - I find his grace my very good lord indeed, and I believe he doth as singularly favour me, as any subject within this realm : howbeit, son Roper, I may tell thee, I have no cause to be proud thereof, for if my head would win him a castle in France (for then there was war between us), it should not fail to go.
Seite 338 - In the cold, moist earth we laid her, when the forest cast the leaf, And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief: Yet not unmeet it was that one, like that young friend of ours, So gentle and so beautiful, should perish with the flowers.