Bentley's Miscellany, Volume 12Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith Richard Bentley, 1842 - Literature |
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... fire , and the noblest liberality in the use of it , of any place in the world . Such a spectacle as one of those rousing pine - wood chimney - fuls is not to be described , nor the revivification it engenders even in the absence of ...
... fire , and the noblest liberality in the use of it , of any place in the world . Such a spectacle as one of those rousing pine - wood chimney - fuls is not to be described , nor the revivification it engenders even in the absence of ...
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... fire of pine - wood , which , together with the pine - torches , whose resin- ous glare streamed brilliantly into the darkness of the woods , created a ruddy blaze , by the light of which we reached our vehicles in safety , and , while ...
... fire of pine - wood , which , together with the pine - torches , whose resin- ous glare streamed brilliantly into the darkness of the woods , created a ruddy blaze , by the light of which we reached our vehicles in safety , and , while ...
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... fire as to what course had better be adopted for sheltering themselves and us , during the night , which we seemed destined to pass in the woods . After some debate , it was recollected that one Colonel a man of some standing in that ...
... fire as to what course had better be adopted for sheltering themselves and us , during the night , which we seemed destined to pass in the woods . After some debate , it was recollected that one Colonel a man of some standing in that ...
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... fire . By this welcome light we descried , sitting in the corner of the vast chimney , an old ruddy - faced man , with silver hair , and a good- humoured countenance , who , welcoming us with ready hospitality , announced himself as ...
... fire . By this welcome light we descried , sitting in the corner of the vast chimney , an old ruddy - faced man , with silver hair , and a good- humoured countenance , who , welcoming us with ready hospitality , announced himself as ...
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... fire is amply fed . • This is one of those beautiful points of scenery with which Warwickshire is so plenteously studded . An additional charm belongs to this venerable struc- ture , from the fact of a mill having occupied its site long ...
... fire is amply fed . • This is one of those beautiful points of scenery with which Warwickshire is so plenteously studded . An additional charm belongs to this venerable struc- ture , from the fact of a mill having occupied its site long ...
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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!