The New Monthly Belle Assemblée, Volume 28Joseph Rogerson - Fashion |
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... fear - it is of what I may imagine so vividly as to affect me with all the terrors of an actual vision . Most legends of apparitions are to be traced to people of a highly excitable imagination ; and we know how easily in twilight our fears ...
... fear - it is of what I may imagine so vividly as to affect me with all the terrors of an actual vision . Most legends of apparitions are to be traced to people of a highly excitable imagination ; and we know how easily in twilight our fears ...
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... fear that you are bewitched by some spirit of evil , who has disguised himself in this shape of light . " • The lady sat silent for some moments , and then spake abruptly- Marcelly , it is true I have talked with this stranger of the ...
... fear that you are bewitched by some spirit of evil , who has disguised himself in this shape of light . " • The lady sat silent for some moments , and then spake abruptly- Marcelly , it is true I have talked with this stranger of the ...
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... fear and grief . " I dawna go back , " said the goatherd , " he's waiting for me up yonder . " " He ! who is he ? " cried Marcelly . " I dinna ken , " was the sulky response , as the goatherd moved forward among the crowd to the lady's ...
... fear and grief . " I dawna go back , " said the goatherd , " he's waiting for me up yonder . " " He ! who is he ? " cried Marcelly . " I dinna ken , " was the sulky response , as the goatherd moved forward among the crowd to the lady's ...
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... fear ! But hark ! I hear voices in the hall : there are our friends . " And she was right . " No , not at all - the heir was charmed to get his possessions , and the bridegroom did not dis- like the share which he made his own by help ...
... fear ! But hark ! I hear voices in the hall : there are our friends . " And she was right . " No , not at all - the heir was charmed to get his possessions , and the bridegroom did not dis- like the share which he made his own by help ...
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... fear to break her sleep : Glance not in timid dread around , Tread not with faint , uncertain sound ; Speak not in low and faltering tone . Advance ! -the spell is o'er her thrown ; Sleep will not yet her eyes forsake ; Advance ! -she ...
... fear to break her sleep : Glance not in timid dread around , Tread not with faint , uncertain sound ; Speak not in low and faltering tone . Advance ! -the spell is o'er her thrown ; Sleep will not yet her eyes forsake ; Advance ! -she ...
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Page 118 - For woman is not undevelopt man, But diverse : could we make her as the man, Sweet love were slain : his dearest bond is this, Not like to like, but like in difference. Yet in the long years liker must they grow ; The man be more of woman, she of man...
Page 254 - I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. He thought I was a ghost, mother, for I was all in white; And I ran by him without speaking, like a flash of light : They call me cruel-hearted, but I care not what they say, For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o
Page 202 - O'er mountain, tower, and town, Or, mirrored in the ocean vast, A thousand fathoms down ! As fresh in yon horizon dark, As young thy beauties seem. As when the eagle from the ark First sported in thy beam. For, faithful to its sacred page, Heaven still rebuilds thy span • Nor lets the type grow pale with age That first spoke peace to man.
Page 190 - The Cypress and her spire; —Of flowers that with one scarlet gleam Cover a hundred leagues, and seem To set the hills on fire. The Youth of green savannahs spake, And many an endless, endless lake, With all its fairy crowds Of islands, that together lie As quietly as spots of sky Among the evening clouds.
Page 137 - IT is the first mild day of March : Each minute sweeter than before, The redbreast sings from the tall larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees, and mountains bare And grass in the green field.
Page 190 - Her father took another mate ; And Ruth, not seven years old, A slighted child, at her own will Went wandering over dale and hill, In thoughtless freedom, bold.
Page 190 - He was a lovely youth ! I guess The panther in the wilderness Was not so fair as he ; And, when he chose to sport and play, No dolphin ever was so gay Upon the tropic sea.
Page 18 - The latter part of his life cannot be remembered but with pity and sadness. He languished some years under that depression of mind which enchains the faculties without destroying them, and leaves reason the knowledge of right without the power of pursuing it.
Page 254 - I sleep so sound all night, mother, that I shall never wake, If you do not call me loud when the day begins to break; But I must gather knots of flowers, and buds and garlands gay, For I'm to be Queen o...
Page 136 - I COME, I come ! ye have called me long, I come o'er the mountains with light and song ! Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth, By the winds which tell of the violet's birth, By the primrose-stars in the shadowy grass, By the green leaves, opening as I pass.