The New Monthly Belle Assemblée, Volym 28Joseph Rogerson |
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... face looked so pale and spiritual , I could have taken you for a ghost . " " And it was about ghosts I was thinking , " said Ella , in a tone very unlike the careless levity of her cousin . " How curious it is , that in all nations and ...
... face looked so pale and spiritual , I could have taken you for a ghost . " " And it was about ghosts I was thinking , " said Ella , in a tone very unlike the careless levity of her cousin . " How curious it is , that in all nations and ...
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... face . I did hear this from Captain Macdonald , the only time I ever heard him talk rationally , if you can call any man rational whose wisest talk is of ghosts , and spectres , and hobgoblins ! warm negus - and now for my tale , or ...
... face . I did hear this from Captain Macdonald , the only time I ever heard him talk rationally , if you can call any man rational whose wisest talk is of ghosts , and spectres , and hobgoblins ! warm negus - and now for my tale , or ...
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... face shone , Like a ray of the sun on a wild - flower thrown . The bounding step , and the sparkling eye , Told of virtue to come , and of bearing high ; The promise of gladness was on his brow . Oh , God ! is the fruit of that blossom ...
... face shone , Like a ray of the sun on a wild - flower thrown . The bounding step , and the sparkling eye , Told of virtue to come , and of bearing high ; The promise of gladness was on his brow . Oh , God ! is the fruit of that blossom ...
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... face , but she seemed insensi- ble to outward impressions ; she only felt that her mother and herself were perishing with hunger . On , on she went , aimless , purposeless , until her progress was impeded by a knot of people assembled ...
... face , but she seemed insensi- ble to outward impressions ; she only felt that her mother and herself were perishing with hunger . On , on she went , aimless , purposeless , until her progress was impeded by a knot of people assembled ...
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... face , and played round a well- defined mouth , rendered the tout ensemble ex- ceedingly prepossessing ; notwithstanding the contour might not have been so perfect as the stern chisel of Michael Angelo would have created from the hard ...
... face , and played round a well- defined mouth , rendered the tout ensemble ex- ceedingly prepossessing ; notwithstanding the contour might not have been so perfect as the stern chisel of Michael Angelo would have created from the hard ...
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Sida 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...
Sida 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
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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...
Sida 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.