Ainsworth's Magazine: A Miscellany of Romance, General Literature, & Art, Bind 6William Harrison Ainsworth Chapman and Hall, 1844 |
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Side 17
... play these tricks ! " roared the serjeant in a voice of thunder , and shaking them off with a force that astonished them . But what was their terror and amazement to see him slip his right arm out of the sling , pull off the bandage and ...
... play these tricks ! " roared the serjeant in a voice of thunder , and shaking them off with a force that astonished them . But what was their terror and amazement to see him slip his right arm out of the sling , pull off the bandage and ...
Side 20
... play , " I cried . Here is a woman dying Soon a little crowd had gathered around , and lights were brought ; but the woman had died in my arms . " How pale he looks ! " noted one , observing my features . " How he shakes ! " said ...
... play , " I cried . Here is a woman dying Soon a little crowd had gathered around , and lights were brought ; but the woman had died in my arms . " How pale he looks ! " noted one , observing my features . " How he shakes ! " said ...
Side 29
... played on the piano or sung , and each shewed me their drawings . Large families are my averson ; they always insist on one's staying , and are so trouble- somely polite . " Dined at home with three friends I had invited to go with me ...
... played on the piano or sung , and each shewed me their drawings . Large families are my averson ; they always insist on one's staying , and are so trouble- somely polite . " Dined at home with three friends I had invited to go with me ...
Side 30
... play , for that night only , the character she came out in . To make the evening more attractive , a celebrated danseuse will sing a song , and a famous singer will dance the cachuca . The whole will conclude with a scene from Norma ...
... play , for that night only , the character she came out in . To make the evening more attractive , a celebrated danseuse will sing a song , and a famous singer will dance the cachuca . The whole will conclude with a scene from Norma ...
Side 37
... played a part in the rebellion of Avidius Cassius against Marc Antony , and it was by Pliny placed in the Tetrarchy called Mammisea . Ptolemy calls it Ariseria ; but it was under the various names of Artasia and Arthusia that it came ...
... played a part in the rebellion of Avidius Cassius against Marc Antony , and it was by Pliny placed in the Tetrarchy called Mammisea . Ptolemy calls it Ariseria ; but it was under the various names of Artasia and Arthusia that it came ...
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Aleppo Amanus ancient Antioch appeared arrived Auriol Baldred beauty Bimbelot brought called Captain character church Colonel Commagena cried Doctor door Doyle duchess Duchess of Marlborough duke Euphrates exclaimed eyes father favour feeling French Gindarus give Guiscard hand Harley head heard heart honour horse hour Hugh Kate king Kurds lady live look lord madam Manesty Marlborough Masham miles mind morning nature never night occasion once Othello party passed passion Pat Doyle Patrick Doyle person PHAON plain Plumpton poet Polka Party poor present Proddy queen rejoined rendered replied returned river Roman round ruins Sacheverell Saint-John Sandman SAPHO Savidge scene seemed serjeant shew side spirit stood Strabo Syria Tamworth thee Theocritus thing thou thought Tinker tion took town Turkomans turned Varnham village voice Westerwood wife woman words young
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Side 179 - And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes. Now, Lycidas, the Shepherds weep no more; Henceforth thou art the Genius of the shore, In thy large recompense, and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous flood.
Side 179 - Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears ; Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Side 495 - God ! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain : To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run: How many make the hour full complete, How many hours bring about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live.
Side 83 - 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...
Side 395 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds ; Which pillage they with merry march bring...
Side 308 - He hath put down the mighty from their seat : and hath exalted the humble and meek.
Side 391 - And every sweetness that inspired their hearts, Their minds, and muses on admired themes ; If all the heavenly quintessence they still From their immortal flowers of poesy, Wherein, as in a mirror, we perceive The highest reaches of a human wit ; If these had made one poem's period, And all combined in beauty's worthiness, Yet should there hover in their restless heads One thought, one grace, one wonder, at the least, Which into words no virtue can digest...
Side 280 - tis, that you should carry me away: And trust me not, my friends, if, every day, I walk not here with more delight, Than ever, after the most happy fight, In triumph to the capitol I rode, To thank the gods, and to be thought, myself, almost a god.
Side 279 - Hail, old patrician trees, so great and good! Hail, ye plebeian under-wood ! Where the poetic birds rejoice, And for their quiet nests and plenteous food Pay, with their grateful voice. Hail, the poor Muses...
Side 485 - Ave Maria ! blessed be the hour ! The time, the clime, the spot, where I so oft Have felt that moment in its fullest power Sink o'er the earth so beautiful and soft, While swung the deep bell in the distant tower. Or the faint dying day-hymn stole aloft, And not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the forest leaves seem'd stirr'd with prayer.