The Anglo-American Magazine, Band 1Maclear., 1852 |
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... voice of , or early closing ...... 208 My playmates .. 26 O'Shaughnessy papers , the .. 27 Music party .... 53 Occasion ..... 36 Monosyllable traveller , the . 59 Old age , the beauty of . 52 .... Miser , the ..... 149 Old clock , the ...
... voice of , or early closing ...... 208 My playmates .. 26 O'Shaughnessy papers , the .. 27 Music party .... 53 Occasion ..... 36 Monosyllable traveller , the . 59 Old age , the beauty of . 52 .... Miser , the ..... 149 Old clock , the ...
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... voice quivering with such excess of emotion as to betray a conscious presage of the nature of the yet unuttered testimony , " destroy not an innocent man and his unfortunate family ; let not the soul perish , that a diabolical passion ...
... voice quivering with such excess of emotion as to betray a conscious presage of the nature of the yet unuttered testimony , " destroy not an innocent man and his unfortunate family ; let not the soul perish , that a diabolical passion ...
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... voice passions were already sufficiently inflamed against of law is the voice of God . There is no higher his master ; who procured the enlistment of De rule of duty . As may be supposed the poor Lorme in the Regiment of La Sarre ; and ...
... voice passions were already sufficiently inflamed against of law is the voice of God . There is no higher his master ; who procured the enlistment of De rule of duty . As may be supposed the poor Lorme in the Regiment of La Sarre ; and ...
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... voice , and if you can't make up your own mind to marry an heiress , blame yourself , that's all , ' said my father , laying back his head on the pillow with a deter- mined air of stern displeasure . " I'll do my best , Sir I'll try ...
... voice , and if you can't make up your own mind to marry an heiress , blame yourself , that's all , ' said my father , laying back his head on the pillow with a deter- mined air of stern displeasure . " I'll do my best , Sir I'll try ...
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... voice to set them right in the man I want ; and if I have any luck to - night , the reel figure . I was kicked down stairs by an I'll give you half a crown for your trouble . ' alderman , to whose daughter I endeavoured to make myself ...
... voice to set them right in the man I want ; and if I have any luck to - night , the reel figure . I was kicked down stairs by an I'll give you half a crown for your trouble . ' alderman , to whose daughter I endeavoured to make myself ...
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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.