New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register, Volume 101Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth Henry Colburn, 1854 |
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... give up their dead ? Did his eyes deceive him , or was yon ponderous slab closing slowly like a trap - door ? Delusion ! -mere delusion ! One thing was palpable enough - a letter . It was lying on the ground , close to the monument of ...
... give up their dead ? Did his eyes deceive him , or was yon ponderous slab closing slowly like a trap - door ? Delusion ! -mere delusion ! One thing was palpable enough - a letter . It was lying on the ground , close to the monument of ...
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... Give him a piece of silver . Thy " Give the dog a sequin , " the Turk said . The fair Frank knows not the coin . father shall be repaid . " " My father ! " Nelly exclaimed . husband . " " If you mean Jonas , sir , -he's my " Bismillah ...
... Give him a piece of silver . Thy " Give the dog a sequin , " the Turk said . The fair Frank knows not the coin . father shall be repaid . " " My father ! " Nelly exclaimed . husband . " " If you mean Jonas , sir , -he's my " Bismillah ...
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... Give him a jug of ale , Tom , and bid him sit down for a few minutes , and make himself comfortable . I wonder what he has got to tell me , " he mused , as the drawer departed . Though delivered in an under tone , this communication did ...
... Give him a jug of ale , Tom , and bid him sit down for a few minutes , and make himself comfortable . I wonder what he has got to tell me , " he mused , as the drawer departed . Though delivered in an under tone , this communication did ...
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... give you our honour , —we would Be married twice over again , if we could ! IX . Three times did I marry the FLITCH to obtain- Three times unsuccessful - the fourth time I gain : Blest with Nelly , sweet Nelly , they can't say me nay ...
... give you our honour , —we would Be married twice over again , if we could ! IX . Three times did I marry the FLITCH to obtain- Three times unsuccessful - the fourth time I gain : Blest with Nelly , sweet Nelly , they can't say me nay ...
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... Give us a Bacchanalian ditty , " Jonas cried . " That's more in your way than a love - song . " " Well - anything to oblige you , " Amurath replied . " I'll give you a snatch , written by way of epitaph , upon old Temperance Closefist ...
... Give us a Bacchanalian ditty , " Jonas cried . " That's more in your way than a love - song . " " Well - anything to oblige you , " Amurath replied . " I'll give you a snatch , written by way of epitaph , upon old Temperance Closefist ...
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admiration amongst Amurath appeared army arrived asked Bagshaw beautiful Bessarabia Black Sea boyars called Captain Lynn Charles charming church Circassian civilisation colour command Constantinople Courcy Crake cried Danube death Dniester dress Dundyke emperor England English Europe exclaimed eyes face favour feeling Flitch Florence followed fortress French Gallipoli Giaour girls give Greek Gulf of Finland hand head heard heart hill honour horses hour Jonas lady land lion living look Lord morning mountain Murides nation nature Nelly Nettlebed never night once Opera Osmanli Pacha passed picture present prince remarkable replied road Rome round ruins Russian Rustchuk scarcely scene Schamyl Sclavonic seemed seen Shumla side Sikhs Silistria Squire steward tell thing thought tion took town Turkey Turkish Turks turn Varna Véron walk Wallachia walls whole wife words young
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Página 222 - There is Lowell, who's striving Parnassus to climb With a whole bale of isms tied together with rhyme, He might get on alone, spite of brambles and boulders, But he can't with that bundle he has on his shoulders, The top of the hill he will ne'er come nigh reaching Till he learns the .distinction 'twixt singing and preaching...
Página 319 - One fatal remembrance, one sorrow that throws, Its bleak shade alike o'er our joys and our woes, To which life nothing darker or brighter can bring, For which joy has no balm and affliction no sting...
Página 56 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow ! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little hell reck if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him...
Página 469 - Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD!
Página 222 - But he can't with that bundle he has on his shoulders, The top of the hill he will ne'er come nigh reaching Till he learns the distinction 'twixt singing and preaching ; His lyre has some chords that would ring pretty well, But he'd rather by half make a drum of the shell, And rattle away till he's old as Methusalem, At the head of a march to the last New Jerusalem.
Página 111 - sa background of god to each hard-working feature, Every word that he speaks has been fierily furnaced In the blast of a life that has struggled in earnest : There he stands, looking more like a ploughman than priest. If not dreadfully awkward, not graceful at least, His gestures all downright and same, if you will, As of brown-fisted Hobnail in hoeing a drill, But his periods fall on you, stroke after stroke, Like the blows of a lumberer felling an oak...
Página 230 - T is as if a rough oak that for ages had stood, With his gnarled bony branches like ribs of the wood, Should bloom, after cycles of struggle and scathe, With a single anemone trembly and rathe ; His strength is so tender, his...
Página 456 - The nature of the soil may indicate the countries most exposed to these formidable concussions, since they are caused by subterraneous fires, and such fires are kindled by the union and fermentation of iron and sulphur. But their times and effects appear to lie beyond the reach of human curiosity, and the philosopher will discreetly abstain from the prediction of earthquakes, till he has...
Página 229 - Mix well, and while stirring, hum o'er, as a spell, The fine old English Gentleman, simmer it well, Sweeten just to your own private liking, then strain, That only the finest and clearest remain, Let it stand out of doors till a soul it receives From the warm lazy sun loitering down through green leaves, And you'll find a choice nature, not wholly deserving A name either English or Yankee, — just Irving.
Página 230 - He has drawn you one character, though, that is new, One wildflower he's plucked that is wet with the dew Of this fresh Western world, and, the thing not to mince, He has done naught but copy it ill ever since; His Indians, with proper respect be it said, Are just Natty Bumpo, daubed over with red...