Ainsworth's Magazine: A Miscellany of Romance, General Literature, & Art, Band 6William Harrison Ainsworth Chapman and Hall, 1844 |
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... length , was made about the libellous discourse , that it could not be passed over , and acting under the direction of the ministry , Mr. John Dolben , son of the late Archbishop of York , complained in the house of the sermon as ...
... length , was made about the libellous discourse , that it could not be passed over , and acting under the direction of the ministry , Mr. John Dolben , son of the late Archbishop of York , complained in the house of the sermon as ...
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... length , fancying all still , he tried to get out , and to his dismay , found the means of egress barred against him . While in a state of great anxiety at his situation , he was somewhat relieved by the approach of footsteps , and ...
... length , fancying all still , he tried to get out , and to his dismay , found the means of egress barred against him . While in a state of great anxiety at his situation , he was somewhat relieved by the approach of footsteps , and ...
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... length to consider myself guilty , and I resolved so to plead upon my trial . I was not allowed to see either a daily or weekly paper ; but I imagined well what they contained . At first there had been two , or perhaps three columns ...
... length to consider myself guilty , and I resolved so to plead upon my trial . I was not allowed to see either a daily or weekly paper ; but I imagined well what they contained . At first there had been two , or perhaps three columns ...
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... length commenced . The day for my trial arrived . I was led along the malefactor's passage , and placed in the dock . The court was crowded to excess . My friends were there . Two coun- sellors had been retained for me . The indictment ...
... length commenced . The day for my trial arrived . I was led along the malefactor's passage , and placed in the dock . The court was crowded to excess . My friends were there . Two coun- sellors had been retained for me . The indictment ...
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... length of each other . A poor woman , at a crossing , asked me for money : I gave her sixpence , and , as she seemed distressed , I in- quired her name and abode . She answered Caroline . I had nearly made an exclamation , but checked ...
... length of each other . A poor woman , at a crossing , asked me for money : I gave her sixpence , and , as she seemed distressed , I in- quired her name and abode . She answered Caroline . I had nearly made an exclamation , but checked ...
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Aleppo Antioch Apamea appeared Arabs arrived Auriol Baldred beauty Bimbelot brother brought called Captain character church Colonel cried death Doctor door Doyle duchess Duchess of Marlborough duke Euphrates exclaimed eyes father feeling fire French give Guiscard hand Harley head heard heart Hibblethwaite honour horse hour Hugh John Manesty Kate king lady living look lord madam Manesty Masham mind morning Morocco nature never night once party passed passion Pat Doyle Patrick Doyle person PHAON plain Plumpton poet Polka Party poor Port William portmanteau present Proddy queen rejoined remarkable replied returned river round ruins Sacheverell Saint-John Sandman SAPHO Savidge scene seemed serjeant shewed side soul spirit spot stood story Strabo Syria tears thee thing thou thought tion took town Turkomans turned Varnham voice Westerwood wife Wolsterholme woman words young
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Seite 179 - And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes. Now, Lycidas, the Shepherds weep no more; Henceforth thou art the Genius of the shore, In thy large recompense, and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous flood.
Seite 395 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds...
Seite 83 - Dis's waggon! daffodils That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath...
Seite 178 - And purple all the ground with vernal flowers. Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy...
Seite 179 - Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears; Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Seite 391 - Had fed the feeling of their masters' thoughts. And every sweetness that inspired their hearts. Their minds, and muses on admired themes; If all the heavenly quintessence they still From their immortal flowers of poesy, Wherein, as in a mirror, we perceive The highest reaches of a human wit; If these had made one poem's period, And all combined in beauty's worthiness, Yet should there hover in their restless heads One thought, one grace, one wonder, at the least, Which into words no virtue can digest.
Seite 177 - Hath decked their rising cheeks in red, Such as on your lips is spread ! Here be berries for a queen, Some be red, some be green ; These are of that luscious meat, The great god Pan himself doth eat : All these, and what the woods can yield, The hanging mountain or the field, I freely offer...
Seite 83 - ... beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright...
Seite 499 - Would I were dead! if God's good will were so; For what is in this world but grief and woe? O God! methinks, it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point...
Seite 280 - tis, that you should carry me away: And trust me not, my friends, if, every day, I walk not here with more delight, Than ever, after the most happy fight, In triumph to the capitol I rode, To thank the gods, and to be thought, myself, almost a god.