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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... once into the most beautiful postures , and with flashing eyes , and heaving bosom , and hands wildly outstretched , commenced her speech . As she went on , the remembrance of the former scene came back so strongly to her mind , and she ...
... once into the most beautiful postures , and with flashing eyes , and heaving bosom , and hands wildly outstretched , commenced her speech . As she went on , the remembrance of the former scene came back so strongly to her mind , and she ...
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... once see that , and I prophesy five hundred nights , at the least , for The Wife's Trials . ' Vertot could not come anywhere near this , and she was by no means to be despised . To see you , I should never have guessed that you had not ...
... once see that , and I prophesy five hundred nights , at the least , for The Wife's Trials . ' Vertot could not come anywhere near this , and she was by no means to be despised . To see you , I should never have guessed that you had not ...
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... once more the great organ breaks out with a solemn march of Spohr's , and , once more answering the music , pealed out the mad jingle of the cathedral bells , with " Health and happiness to the bride and bride- groom ! " in their ...
... once more the great organ breaks out with a solemn march of Spohr's , and , once more answering the music , pealed out the mad jingle of the cathedral bells , with " Health and happiness to the bride and bride- groom ! " in their ...
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... once , lest this vengeful woman find him out , and expose him in the midst of his day - dream , and break his wife's heart . He felt excessively relieved when young Lord Sefton entered the box , followed by our friend Robson , who had ...
... once , lest this vengeful woman find him out , and expose him in the midst of his day - dream , and break his wife's heart . He felt excessively relieved when young Lord Sefton entered the box , followed by our friend Robson , who had ...
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... once , which refraction break up and scatter every ray of were caught and torn to pieces by the ravenous light . Thus , clouds cast a shadow ; so does winds , and the traveller was instantaneously en- steam ; so does foam : and the same ...
... once , which refraction break up and scatter every ray of were caught and torn to pieces by the ravenous light . Thus , clouds cast a shadow ; so does winds , and the traveller was instantaneously en- steam ; so does foam : and the same ...
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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.