The New Monthly Magazine and HumoristHenry Colburn, 1842 - English literature |
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... leave the young Beneath her speckled breast . The Woodman's heart is in his work , His axe is sharp and good : With sturdy arm and steady aim He smites the gaping wood ; From distant rocks His lusty knocks Re - echo many a rood . His ...
... leave the young Beneath her speckled breast . The Woodman's heart is in his work , His axe is sharp and good : With sturdy arm and steady aim He smites the gaping wood ; From distant rocks His lusty knocks Re - echo many a rood . His ...
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... Leave me , girl ! Leave me , I tell you ! Leave me instantly ! " Poor Cleopatra liked not the voice much , but she liked the hand less still ; for not having the slightest doubt but that it was to be em- ployed in the way in which ...
... Leave me , girl ! Leave me , I tell you ! Leave me instantly ! " Poor Cleopatra liked not the voice much , but she liked the hand less still ; for not having the slightest doubt but that it was to be em- ployed in the way in which ...
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... leave , you may depend upon it . I should have thought you might have guessed that without my telling you . " Mrs. Beauchamp who , though for very different reasons , was quite as anxious about these invitations as Miss Matilda herself ...
... leave , you may depend upon it . I should have thought you might have guessed that without my telling you . " Mrs. Beauchamp who , though for very different reasons , was quite as anxious about these invitations as Miss Matilda herself ...
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... leave the room ; 66 come up stairs - I want to speak to you . " And Mrs. Allen Barnaby really wanted to speak to him ; so per- nitting him , with her usual tact , to disappear before she rose to follow him , she extended her hand to Mrs ...
... leave the room ; 66 come up stairs - I want to speak to you . " And Mrs. Allen Barnaby really wanted to speak to him ; so per- nitting him , with her usual tact , to disappear before she rose to follow him , she extended her hand to Mrs ...
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... leave entirely to you . In fact , to say the honest truth , I don't feel that I have tact and skill enough to do any thing of the sort myself , but I give you carte blanche , my dear . " " Very well , major , " returned the lady ...
... leave entirely to you . In fact , to say the honest truth , I don't feel that I have tact and skill enough to do any thing of the sort myself , but I give you carte blanche , my dear . " " Very well , major , " returned the lady ...
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Page 16 - O eloquent, just, and mighty Death ! whom none could advise, thou hast persuaded ; what none hath dared, thou hast done ; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised ; thou hast drawn together all the far-stretched greatness, all the pride, cruelty, and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hie jacet...
Page 493 - Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice: then must you speak Of one that...
Page 269 - The work of a correct and regular writer is a garden accurately formed and diligently planted, varied with shades and scented with flowers. The composition of Shakespeare is a forest in which oaks extend their branches and pines tower in the air, interspersed sometimes with weeds and brambles and sometimes giving shelter to myrtles and to roses; filling the eye with awful pomp and gratifying the mind with endless diversity.
Page 493 - No more of that. I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am ; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice...
Page 354 - em! No knowing 'em! No travelling at all - no locomotion, No inkling of the way - no notion 'No go' - by land or ocean No mail - no post No news from any foreign coast No Park - no Ring - no afternoon gentility - . •, No company - no nobility No warmth, no cheerfulness, no...
Page 354 - No sun — no moon! No morn — no noon — No dawn — no dusk — no proper time of day — No sky — no earthly view — No distance looking blue — No road — no street — no
Page 388 - It is my lady ; Oh! it is my love : Oh, that she knew she were! She speaks, yet she says nothing : what of that ? Her eye discourses : I will answer it.
Page 364 - Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded Vessel goes : Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm i Regardless of the sweeping Whirlwind's sway, That hush'd in grim repose expects his evening prey.
Page 493 - O my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Page 289 - So he died, and she very imprudently married the barber; and there were present the Picninnies, and the Joblillies, and the Garyulies, and the Grand Panjandrum himself, with the little round button at top; and they all fell to playing the game of catch as catch can, till the gunpowder ran out at the heels of their boots.