Spirit of the English Magazines, Volume 11Munroe and Francis, 1822 |
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... carry away what they cannot eat , and receive a small present in mo- ney besides .'- ( Rome in the Nine- teenth Century , vol . iii , p . 189. ) In the forenoon of this day , the effi- gy of our Saviour is laid in the sepul- chre in ...
... carry away what they cannot eat , and receive a small present in mo- ney besides .'- ( Rome in the Nine- teenth Century , vol . iii , p . 189. ) In the forenoon of this day , the effi- gy of our Saviour is laid in the sepul- chre in ...
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... carry us along the Cumberland coast , till we came nearly opposite the cottage of Miles Colvine . As we directed our boat to the shelter of a small bank , I observed a light glimmering in the mariner's house , and landing and ap ...
... carry us along the Cumberland coast , till we came nearly opposite the cottage of Miles Colvine . As we directed our boat to the shelter of a small bank , I observed a light glimmering in the mariner's house , and landing and ap ...
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... carried off their com- panion , groaning , and cursing , and praying ; and pushing their boat from the shore , vanished along the misty bosom of the summer sea . I found Miles Colvine standing on the threshold of his house , and his ...
... carried off their com- panion , groaning , and cursing , and praying ; and pushing their boat from the shore , vanished along the misty bosom of the summer sea . I found Miles Colvine standing on the threshold of his house , and his ...
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... carry her to warmer climates , and were pre- woody tate , and as I sat on the top of my house , looking towards the sea , a per- son in a naval dress came and accosted me . He was , he said , the captain of the Free trader lying in the ...
... carry her to warmer climates , and were pre- woody tate , and as I sat on the top of my house , looking towards the sea , a per- son in a naval dress came and accosted me . He was , he said , the captain of the Free trader lying in the ...
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... carrying away the fair lady and her lord's treas ure , to share either with such a Scot- . tish sawney as thee ? " The wrath of the Scotchman burnt on his brow , far redder than the flush of the wine he had drunk . " Fiend seethe my ...
... carrying away the fair lady and her lord's treas ure , to share either with such a Scot- . tish sawney as thee ? " The wrath of the Scotchman burnt on his brow , far redder than the flush of the wine he had drunk . " Fiend seethe my ...
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Page 262 - We are not of Alice, nor of thee, nor are we children at all. The children of Alice call Bartrum father. We are nothing ; less than nothing ; and dreams. We are only what might have been, and must wait upon the tedious shores of Lethe millions of ages before we have existence, and a name.
Page 262 - Then I told how for seven long years, in hope sometimes, sometimes in despair, yet persisting ever, I courted the fair Alice W n ; and, as much as children could understand, I explained to them what coyness, and difficulty, and denial meant in maidens — when suddenly, turning to Alice, the soul of the first Alice looked out at her eyes with such a reality of re-presentment, that I became in doubt which of them stood there before me, or whose that bright hair was...
Page 223 - Here lies Fred, Who was alive, and is dead. Had it been his father, I had much rather. Had it been his brother, Still better than another. Had it been his sister, No one would have missed her. Had it been the whole generation, Still better for the nation. But since 't is only Fred, Who was alive, and is dead, There's no more to be said.
Page 262 - I was lame-footed; and how when he died, though he had not been dead an hour, it seemed as if he had died a great while ago, such a distance there is betwixt life and death...
Page 319 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Page 261 - ... carried away to the owner's other house, where they were set up, and looked as awkward as if some one were to carry away the old tombs they had seen lately at the abbey, and stick them up in Lady C.'s tawdry gilt drawing-room. Here John smiled, as much as to say, " That would be foolish indeed.
Page 261 - ... or in lying about upon the fresh grass, with all the fine garden smells around me — or basking in the orangery, till I could almost fancy myself ripening too along with the oranges and the limes in that grateful warmth — or in watching the dace that darted to and fro in the fish-pond, at the bottom of the garden, with here and there a great sulky pike hanging midway down the water in silent state, as if it mocked at their impertinent friskings...
Page 200 - Cupid and my Campaspe played At cards for kisses — Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows; Loses them too; then down he throws The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (but none knows how), With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin; All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me?
Page 250 - tis her privilege Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy...
Page 261 - CHILDREN love to listen to stories about their elders, when they were children ; to stretch their imagination to the conception of a traditionary great-uncle or grandame whom they never saw.