The Spirit of the English MagazinesMonroe and Francis, 1832 |
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Side 39
... arm , and , under Divine providence , was the means of saving me to see many strange things in this world . But before I ... arms . I remember an officer in the army asking her whose pretty little boy that was , that she was loaded with ...
... arm , and , under Divine providence , was the means of saving me to see many strange things in this world . But before I ... arms . I remember an officer in the army asking her whose pretty little boy that was , that she was loaded with ...
Side 45
In the most comfortable place beside the fire , in the only arm - chair the inn could boast of , sat a monk of the order of St. Dominick ; the expression of his countenance was gay and serene , his forehead high , his small eyes ...
In the most comfortable place beside the fire , in the only arm - chair the inn could boast of , sat a monk of the order of St. Dominick ; the expression of his countenance was gay and serene , his forehead high , his small eyes ...
Side 46
... stop , by your single arm , some dozen old Castilians . I am no great lover of battles - but then we must have proof that we may surren- der without disgrace . Show us that we may do 46 Domestic Manners of the Spanish .
... stop , by your single arm , some dozen old Castilians . I am no great lover of battles - but then we must have proof that we may surren- der without disgrace . Show us that we may do 46 Domestic Manners of the Spanish .
Side 47
... arms , and lie flat upon the ground . " Antonio alone - whether it was that he had not comprehended the injunctions of the victor , or whether he looked upon it as a ruse - or whether it was that he was carried away by a warlike ardor ...
... arms , and lie flat upon the ground . " Antonio alone - whether it was that he had not comprehended the injunctions of the victor , or whether he looked upon it as a ruse - or whether it was that he was carried away by a warlike ardor ...
Side 48
... arm of the girl , said with a forced laugh , " White hands wound not ; but thank the Holy Virgin , muchacha ( young girl ) , that Pedro was thy cortejo , otherwise- 33 Two new comers here entered the court ; one of them recognised Jose ...
... arm of the girl , said with a forced laugh , " White hands wound not ; but thank the Holy Virgin , muchacha ( young girl ) , that Pedro was thy cortejo , otherwise- 33 Two new comers here entered the court ; one of them recognised Jose ...
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Side 490 - I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when, with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
Side 84 - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign ; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance commits his body To painful labour both by sea and land, To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, Whilst thou liest warm at home, secure and safe ; And craves no other tribute at thy hands But love, fair looks, and true obedience ; Too little payment for so great a debt.
Side 88 - But know ye for certain, that if ye put me to death, ye shall surely bring innocent blood upon yourselves, and upon this city, and upon the inhabitants thereof: for of a truth the Lord hath sent me unto you to speak all these words in your ears.
Side 492 - The wind in the reeds and the rushes, The bees on the bells of thyme, The birds on the myrtle bushes, The cicale above in the lime, And the lizards below in the grass, Were as silent as ever old Tmolus was, Listening to my sweet pipings.
Side 490 - I hang like a roof, The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire and snow, When the powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-coloured bow ; The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moist earth was laughing below.
Side 492 - I pursued a maiden and clasped a reed. Gods and men, we are all deluded thus! It breaks in our bosom and then we bleed: All wept, as I think both ye now would, If envy or age had not frozen your blood, At the sorrow of my sweet pipings.
Side 491 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright: I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Hath led me — who knows how? To thy chamber window, Sweet! The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream — The Champak odours fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream; The nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart; — As I must on thine, Oh, beloved as thou art!
Side 491 - O'er the terrible sea, I and thou ? " One boat-cloak did cover The loved and the lover : Their blood beats one measure, They murmur proud pleasure Soft and low ; — While around the lashed ocean, Like mountains in motion, Is withdrawn and uplifted, Sunk, shattered, and shifted To and fro.
Side 491 - The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream — The Champak odours fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream; The nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart; — As I must on thine, Oh ! beloved as thou art ! Oh lift me from the grass! I die! I faint! I fail! Let thy love in kisses rain On my lips and eyelids pale.
Side 491 - Our boat has one sail, And the helmsman is pale ; — A bold pilot I trow, Who should follow us now," — Shouted He— And she cried : " Ply the oar! Put off gaily from shore !" — As she spoke, bolts of death Mixed with hail, specked their path O'er the sea. And from isle, tower and rock, The blue beacon cloud broke, And though dumb in the blast, The red cannon flashed fast From the lee.