Sharpe's London magazine, a journal of entertainment and instruction. [entitled] Sharpe's London journal. [entitled] Sharpe's London magazine, conducted by mrs. S.C. Hall, Volumes 30-31Anna Maria Hall |
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... lady is coming this morning . " Bateman quitted the room silently and quietly as he had entered , and the manager turned to his work again . Another tap ; this time it was a servant , with a card-- " Madame Brabazon . ' " Show the lady ...
... lady is coming this morning . " Bateman quitted the room silently and quietly as he had entered , and the manager turned to his work again . Another tap ; this time it was a servant , with a card-- " Madame Brabazon . ' " Show the lady ...
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... Lady Audley's Secret , " or the Ghost ? Those were gay times and witty times , for all the sins of wicked " old Q. " and the extravagances of the " First Gentle- man " and his friends . There are , perhaps , as bad men and women now ...
... Lady Audley's Secret , " or the Ghost ? Those were gay times and witty times , for all the sins of wicked " old Q. " and the extravagances of the " First Gentle- man " and his friends . There are , perhaps , as bad men and women now ...
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... lady , taking the parcel from the girl . " Your mother keeps her word . I hope it is well done . " " Look at it , Miss , if you please . " Miss Hamilton opened the parcel , and shook out several pieces of elaborate embroidery . " Oh ...
... lady , taking the parcel from the girl . " Your mother keeps her word . I hope it is well done . " " Look at it , Miss , if you please . " Miss Hamilton opened the parcel , and shook out several pieces of elaborate embroidery . " Oh ...
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... lady sadly wants to play a part in the world's affairs . I suppose she imagines that her presence would reassure the Pope : I should think that she would be rather misplaced beside the fallen Sovereigns that surround the Holy Father and ...
... lady sadly wants to play a part in the world's affairs . I suppose she imagines that her presence would reassure the Pope : I should think that she would be rather misplaced beside the fallen Sovereigns that surround the Holy Father and ...
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... lady would take the trouble to turn over a few old English fashion - books , she would find that her ideas on the subject are no more original than those of Mrs. Bloomer were . The " short frock and white pantalettes , " so eulogised by ...
... lady would take the trouble to turn over a few old English fashion - books , she would find that her ideas on the subject are no more original than those of Mrs. Bloomer were . The " short frock and white pantalettes , " so eulogised by ...
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Página 44 - Bring me my Bow of burning gold : Bring me my Arrows of desire : Bring me my Spear : O clouds unfold ! Bring me my Chariot of fire. I will not cease from Mental Fight, Nor shall my Sword sleep in my hand Till we have built Jerusalem In England's green and pleasant Land.
Página 46 - Marlowe, bathed in the Thespian springs, Had in him those brave translunary things That the first poets had; his raptures were All air and fire, which made his verses clear, For that fine madness still he did retain Which rightly should possess a poet's brain.
Página 82 - Tis the Spring's largess, which she scatters now To rich and poor alike, with lavish hand, Though most hearts never understand To take it at God's value, but pass by The offered wealth with unrewarded eye.
Página 69 - Fie, my lord, fie ! a soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account? Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? Doct. Do you mark that? Lady M. The thane of Fife had a wife; where is she now? What, will these hands ne'er be clean? No more o' that, my lord, no more o' that: you mar all with this starting.
Página 91 - But now they desire a better country, that is, an heavenly: wherefore God is not ashamed to be called their God: for he hath prepared for them a city.
Página 145 - 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...
Página 86 - BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned From wandering on a foreign strand?
Página 86 - From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go, mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, — Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.
Página 82 - Then think I of deep shadows on the grass, Of meadows where in sun the cattle graze, Where, as the breezes pass, The gleaming rushes lean a thousand ways, Of leaves that slumber in a cloudy mass, Or whiten in the wind, of waters blue That from the distance sparkle through Some woodland gap, and of a sky above, Where one white cloud like a stray lamb doth move.
Página 145 - The wind-flower and the violet, they perished long ago, And the brier-rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow; But on the hill the golden-rod, and the aster in the wood, 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.