Bentley's Miscellany, Volume 12Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith Richard Bentley, 1842 - Literature |
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... began afresh ; the negro girls shambled in and out more vigorously than ever , and finally we were called to eat and refresh ourselves with - dirty water -I cannot call it tea , -old cheese , bad butter , and old , dry biscuits . The ...
... began afresh ; the negro girls shambled in and out more vigorously than ever , and finally we were called to eat and refresh ourselves with - dirty water -I cannot call it tea , -old cheese , bad butter , and old , dry biscuits . The ...
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... began , more suo , to smooth the asperities of the morn- ing's disasters , and , without further mishap , set his foot upon Margate Pier at six o'clock , in his accustomed good humour , full of anxiety to recover his lost treasures ...
... began , more suo , to smooth the asperities of the morn- ing's disasters , and , without further mishap , set his foot upon Margate Pier at six o'clock , in his accustomed good humour , full of anxiety to recover his lost treasures ...
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... began seriously to consider how they could contrive to be of Rogers ' tea - party . After considering every plan likely and unlikely , there was none so good as one suggested by Mrs. Brown , which was to throw herself in the way of Lady ...
... began seriously to consider how they could contrive to be of Rogers ' tea - party . After considering every plan likely and unlikely , there was none so good as one suggested by Mrs. Brown , which was to throw herself in the way of Lady ...
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... began to understand better the proceedings of his wife during the last twenty - four hours . " Well , dear , " observed Mrs. Brown to her husband , as they sat in their own parlour the next evening , " it was too bad of that nasty slut ...
... began to understand better the proceedings of his wife during the last twenty - four hours . " Well , dear , " observed Mrs. Brown to her husband , as they sat in their own parlour the next evening , " it was too bad of that nasty slut ...
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... began to talk of him as a certain job ; the parson was heard to wonder if he would leave enough to pay the church's fees , as was the duty of every good Christian ; sundry cronies of his Xantippe published somewhat too loudly their ...
... began to talk of him as a certain job ; the parson was heard to wonder if he would leave enough to pay the church's fees , as was the duty of every good Christian ; sundry cronies of his Xantippe published somewhat too loudly their ...
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Page 36 - Excelsior! ,O stay,' the maiden said, ,and rest Thy weary head upon this breast!' A tear stood in his bright blue eye, But still he answered with a sigh, Excelsior! ,Beware the pine-tree's withered branch! Beware the awful avalanche!' This was the peasant's last Goodnight. A voice replied, far up the height, Excelsior! At break of day, as heavenward The pious monks of Saint Bernard Uttered the oft-repeated prayer, A voice cried through the startled air, Excelsior! A...
Page 647 - Of the stern agony and shroud and pall And breathless darkness and the narrow house Make thee to shudder and grow sick at heart, Go forth under the open sky and list To Nature's teachings, while from all around — Earth and her waters and the depths of air — Comes a still voice...
Page 36 - In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And from his lips escaped a groan, Excelsior! "Try not the pass!
Page 36 - A traveller, by the faithful hound, Half-buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice That banner with the strange device Excelsior ! There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice fell, like a falling star, Excelsior ! POEMS ON SLAVERY.
Page 466 - But that which most doth take my Muse and me, Is a pure cup of rich Canary wine, Which is the Mermaid's now, but shall be mine: Of which had Horace or Anacreon tasted, Their lives, as do their lines, till now had lasted.
Page 36 - The shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior...
Page 587 - Front, flank, and rear, the squadrons sweep To break the Scottish circle deep That fought around their king. But yet, though thick the shafts as snow, Though charging knights like whirlwinds go, Though billmen ply the ghastly blow, Unbroken was the ring; The stubborn spearmen still made good Their dark impenetrable wood, Each stepping where his comrade stood The instant that he fell.
Page 78 - ... I, gentlemen of the jury ; that he wears very fine clothes, much finer clothes than you or I, gentlemen of the jury ; that he has abundance of money in his pocket, much more money than you or I, gentlemen of the jury ; but, gentlemen of the jury, is it not a very hard case.
Page 208 - Ruthless Tudor's bloated form Rides on the blast, and guides the storm ; I hear the sacrilegious cry, ' Down with the nests, and the rooks will fly ! ' Down ! down they come — a fearful fall — • Arch, and pillar, and roof-tree, and all, Stained pane, and sculptured stone, There they lie on the greensward strown — Mouldering walls remain alone.
Page 463 - Graces, The Goddesses of Memory and Wit, Which there in order take their several places; In whose dear bosom, sweet delicious Love Lays down his quiver, which he once did bear, Since he that blessed paradise did prove; And leaves his mother's lap, to sport him there. Let others strive to entertain with words! My soul is of a braver mettle made: I hold that vile, which vulgar wit affords, In me's that faith which Time cannot invade!