The Dublin University Magazine: A Literary and Political Journal, Volym 41W. Curry, jun., and Company, 1853 |
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... Charles Lever , we forbear to particularise . Others , alas ! have passed away from this mortal scene , over whose memory we linger with a saddened delight . The imaginative , enthusiastic , and learned FERRIS , skilled in strange lore ...
... Charles Lever , we forbear to particularise . Others , alas ! have passed away from this mortal scene , over whose memory we linger with a saddened delight . The imaginative , enthusiastic , and learned FERRIS , skilled in strange lore ...
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... Charles de Martigny , which thou pleasest , for all other help is in vain . " " Oh , Charles ! oh God ! " cried Al- phonsine , as she sprang forward , with the intention , it was evident , of em- bracing the crucifix . Levasseur threw ...
... Charles de Martigny , which thou pleasest , for all other help is in vain . " " Oh , Charles ! oh God ! " cried Al- phonsine , as she sprang forward , with the intention , it was evident , of em- bracing the crucifix . Levasseur threw ...
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... Charles , until then we have only to hope the best , and be prepared for the worst . Your gift is yet upon my bosom " -here she showed me the golden guillotine suspended from her neck . " As long as I wear this I am reminded that I ...
... Charles , until then we have only to hope the best , and be prepared for the worst . Your gift is yet upon my bosom " -here she showed me the golden guillotine suspended from her neck . " As long as I wear this I am reminded that I ...
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... Charles II.'s ladies , and ask whe- ther her portrait was not in the Hampton Court Gallery ? Part of her coquetry may have come from her position about the court , where the beautiful maid of honour was the light about which a thousand ...
... Charles II.'s ladies , and ask whe- ther her portrait was not in the Hampton Court Gallery ? Part of her coquetry may have come from her position about the court , where the beautiful maid of honour was the light about which a thousand ...
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... Charles , whose know . ledge of Greek he did not think equal to compassing a rare word of that kind . Moore tells a good thing of Sheridan . When Lord Lauderdale said he would repeat some good thing Sheridan had mentioned to him ...
... Charles , whose know . ledge of Greek he did not think equal to compassing a rare word of that kind . Moore tells a good thing of Sheridan . When Lord Lauderdale said he would repeat some good thing Sheridan had mentioned to him ...
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Sida 332 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon! daffodils That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength — a malady Most incident to maids; bold oxlips and The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one!
Sida 545 - But the souls of the righteous are in the hand of God, and there shall no torment touch them. In the sight of the unwise they seemed to die: and their departure is taken for misery. And their going from us to be utter destruction: but they are in peace.
Sida 252 - O Woman ! in our hours of ease Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou!
Sida 442 - All fly to Twit'nam, and in humble strain Apply to me, to keep them mad or vain.
Sida 244 - Here lies old Hobson. Death hath broke his girt, And here, alas! hath laid him in the dirt; Or else, the ways being foul, twenty to one He's here stuck in a slough, and overthrown. 'Twas such a shifter that, if truth were known, Death was half glad when he had got him down; For he had any time this ten years full Dodged with him betwixt Cambridge and The Bull.
Sida 578 - At a fair vestal, throned by the west; And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts: But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the watery moon ; And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Sida 591 - Surely the wrath of man shall praise thee : the remainder of wrath shalt thou restrain.
Sida 291 - Ah ! as I listened with a heart forlorn, The pulses of my being beat anew : And even as life returns upon the drowned, Life's joy rekindling roused a throng of pains — Keen pangs of Love, awakening as a babe Turbulent, with an outcry in the heart...
Sida 573 - There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Sida 148 - I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life, but, for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.