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Blackwood's Lady's Magazine and Gazette of the Fashionable ..., Volumes 1-27
Visualização integral - 1836
Blackwood's Lady's Magazine and Gazette of the Fashionable ..., Volumes 36-37
Visualização integral - 1854
Blackwood's Lady's Magazine and Gazette of the Fashionable ..., Volumes 38-39
Visualização integral - 1855
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Página 82 - Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy! Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy ; Dreams cannot picture a world so fair — Sorrow and death may not enter there : Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom, For beyond the clouds, and beyond the tomb, — It is there, it is there, my child!
Página 153 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Página 145 - No it don't," replied Sam, reading on very quickly, to avoid contesting the point : " ' Except of me Mary my dear as your walentine and think over what I've said. — My dear Mary I will now conclude.' That's all," said Sam. " That's rather a sudden pull up, ain't it, Sammy ? " inquired Mr. Weller. " Not a bit on it," said Sam ; " she'll vish there wos more, and that's the great art o
Página 145 - That's a wery pretty sentiment," said the elder Mr. Weller, removing his pipe to make way for the remark. " Yes, I think it is rayther good," observed Sam, highly flattered. "Wot I like in that 'ere style of writin'," said the elder Mr. Weller, "is, that there ain't no callin' names in it, — no Wenuses, nor nothin' o' that kind. Wot's the good o' callin' a young 'ooman a Wenus or a angel, Sammy ? " " Ah ! what, indeed ?
Página 98 - Oh, it is so graceful," said another young lady. A third young lady said it was elegant, and a fourth expressed her opinion that it was "swan-like.
Página 145 - ... fabulous animals," added Mr. Weller. "Just as well," replied Sam. "Drive on, Sammy," said Mr. Weller. Sam complied with the request, and proceeded as follows; his father continuing to smoke with a mixed expression of wisdom and complacency, which was particularly edifying. " 'Afore I see you I thought all women was alike.
Página 144 - Nothin' like it,' replied his father. 'But don't you think it means more?' inquired Sam. 'Veil p'raps it is a more tenderer word,' said Mr Weller, after a few moments' reflection.
Página 4 - Disguise thyself as thou wilt, still Slavery, said I, still thou art a bitter draught; and though thousands in all ages have been made to drink of thee, thou art no less bitter on that account.
Página 145 - I thought it best to make that rayther strong," said Sam, looking up. Mr. Weller nodded approvingly, and Sam resumed. " ' So I take the privilidge of the day, Mary, my dear — as the gen'lm'n in difficulties did, ven he valked out of a Sunday — to tell you that the first and only time I see you, your likeness was took on my hart in much quicker time and brighter colors than ever a likeness was took by...
Página 99 - ... moment when Mr. Bob Sawyer was performing a flourish of unparalleled beauty. Mr. Winkle struck wildly against him, and with a loud crash they both fell heavily down. Mr. Pickwick ran to the spot. Bob Sawyer had risen to his feet, but Mr. Winkle was far too wise to do anything of the kind in skaits. He was seated on the ice, making spasmodic efforts to smile; but anguish was depicted on every lineament of his countenance. "Are you hurt?" inquired Mr. Benjamin Allen, with great anxiety. " Not much,"...