The New Monthly Belle Assemblée, Volume 24Joseph Rogerson - Fashion |
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... light of it , but still he was uneasy , not that he feared death himself , but that it might take him from his Marie ere his wishes were accomplished , and her earthly happiness , as he thought , secured . The first attack was but the ...
... light of it , but still he was uneasy , not that he feared death himself , but that it might take him from his Marie ere his wishes were accomplished , and her earthly happiness , as he thought , secured . The first attack was but the ...
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... light and unwrung hearts may know But joy while thou art here ; And some may count the weary days By Sorrow's blighting tear . Thou hast pass'd by to humble us By stern Affliction's hand- To render desolate a place In many a household ...
... light and unwrung hearts may know But joy while thou art here ; And some may count the weary days By Sorrow's blighting tear . Thou hast pass'd by to humble us By stern Affliction's hand- To render desolate a place In many a household ...
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... light - hearted , as formed for enjoyment as any there , and yet cut off from the world . Even while these thoughts occupied him , a young lad , with all a child's admiration of beauty , quitting his own partner , ran up to Camilla ...
... light - hearted , as formed for enjoyment as any there , and yet cut off from the world . Even while these thoughts occupied him , a young lad , with all a child's admiration of beauty , quitting his own partner , ran up to Camilla ...
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... light shade mellowing a brilliant landscape , had now settled over her like the tints of autumn . All the amusements ... lights , the gilding , the glittering chandeliers , was to be found . The good old man superin- and the gorgeous ...
... light shade mellowing a brilliant landscape , had now settled over her like the tints of autumn . All the amusements ... lights , the gilding , the glittering chandeliers , was to be found . The good old man superin- and the gorgeous ...
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... Light upon a vessel So on earth were ye ? Brief must be your story In that blessed clime- Brief as your experience Of this world of time . Hasty were the glances Which on us ye cast ; Yet , untainted spirits , None may weep the past ...
... Light upon a vessel So on earth were ye ? Brief must be your story In that blessed clime- Brief as your experience Of this world of time . Hasty were the glances Which on us ye cast ; Yet , untainted spirits , None may weep the past ...
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Page 37 - Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat — Found the one gift of which fortune bereft us, Lost all the others, she lets us devote ; They, with the gold to give, doled him out silver, So much was theirs who so little allowed : How all our copper had gone for his service ! Rags, — were they purple, his heart had been proud...
Page 213 - We must not make a scare-crow of the law, ' Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape, till custom make it Their perch, and not their terror.
Page 37 - We that had loved him so, followed him, honoured him, Lived in his mild and magnificent eye, Learned his great language, caught his clear accents, Made him our pattern to live and to die ! Shakespeare was of us, Milton was for us, Burns, Shelley, were with us, — they watch from their graves ! He alone breaks from the van and the freemen, He alone sinks to the rear and the slaves...
Page 122 - See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul.
Page 37 - One more devils'-triumph and sorrow for angels, One wrong more to man, one more insult to God ! Life's night begins : let him never come back to us ! There would be doubt, hesitation and pain, Forced praise on our part — the glimmer of twilight, Never glad confident morning again...
Page 122 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Page 271 - For over all there hung a cloud of fear ; A sense of mystery the spirit daunted, And said, as plain as whisper in the ear, The place is haunted...
Page 126 - Here the self-torturing sophist, wild Rousseau, The apostle of Affliction, he who threw Enchantment over passion, and from woe Wrung overwhelming eloquence, first drew The breath which made him wretched ; yet he knew How to make madness beautiful, and cast O'er erring deeds and thoughts a heavenly hue Of words, like sunbeams, dazzling as they past The eyes, which o'er them shed tears feelingly and fast.
Page 28 - Who was her father? Who was her mother? Had she a sister? Had she a brother? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet than all other? Alas! for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun ! Oh! it was pitiful! Near a whole city full Home she had none.
Page 62 - And dazzle not thy deep-blue eyes; but, oh! While gazing on them sterner eyes will gush, And into mine my mother's weakness rush, Soft as the last drops round heaven's airy bow. For, through thy long dark lashes, low depending, The soul of melancholy Gentleness Gleams like a seraph from the sky descending, Above...