Hood's Magazine, Volume 10H. Hurst, 1848 - English fiction |
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... look over the parapet ; and on seeing the vehicle at the door , forthwith slipped down stairs with amazing velocity , until she came in contact with Miss Mary Jane , after which concussion there was a good deal of putting - up of hair ...
... look over the parapet ; and on seeing the vehicle at the door , forthwith slipped down stairs with amazing velocity , until she came in contact with Miss Mary Jane , after which concussion there was a good deal of putting - up of hair ...
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... look the Emperor to the life , and Madame Celeste act so prettily . Madame de Souga is the most voluminous writer of this class , besides being also the earliest . Her " Adèle de Senange " was written before the Revolution , though not ...
... look the Emperor to the life , and Madame Celeste act so prettily . Madame de Souga is the most voluminous writer of this class , besides being also the earliest . Her " Adèle de Senange " was written before the Revolution , though not ...
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... look over his shoulder while he writes . When you think he is exceeding , pull him in , and at the conclusion you will find yourself transported into the arena , figuring either as a combatant , or a spectator . For instance , refer to ...
... look over his shoulder while he writes . When you think he is exceeding , pull him in , and at the conclusion you will find yourself transported into the arena , figuring either as a combatant , or a spectator . For instance , refer to ...
Page 61
... looks should'st lower ? No shelter have I from the storm- No home my heart to cheer- No food my craving want supplies ... look on me unkind ! A few small crumbs , I pray , bestow , Beneath the lattice strewed- And save a robin , which ...
... looks should'st lower ? No shelter have I from the storm- No home my heart to cheer- No food my craving want supplies ... look on me unkind ! A few small crumbs , I pray , bestow , Beneath the lattice strewed- And save a robin , which ...
Page 66
... look not so fierce on me ! Adders and serpents , let me breathe awhile ! - Ugly hell , gape not ! -Come not Lucifer ! I'll burn my books ! -Oh ! Mephistophilis ! [ Exeunt . Some idea may be gathered from this , of the 66 HOOD'S MAGAZINE .
... look not so fierce on me ! Adders and serpents , let me breathe awhile ! - Ugly hell , gape not ! -Come not Lucifer ! I'll burn my books ! -Oh ! Mephistophilis ! [ Exeunt . Some idea may be gathered from this , of the 66 HOOD'S MAGAZINE .
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Page 346 - With stories told of many a feat, How fairy Mab the junkets eat, She was pinched, and pulled, she said, And he by friars' lanthorn led Tells how the drudging goblin sweat, To earn his cream-bowl duly set, When in one night ere glimpse of morn His shadowy flail hath...
Page 346 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath thresh'd the corn That ten day-labourers could not end; Then lies him down, the lubber fiend, And, stretch'd out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength; And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
Page 65 - Was this the face that launched a thousand ships And burnt the topless towers of Ilium? Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss. Her lips suck forth my soul — see where it flies! Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips And all is dross that is not Helena.
Page 352 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves, And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him When he comes back...
Page 64 - Shall I make spirits fetch me what I please, Resolve me of all ambiguities, Perform what desperate enterprise I will? I'll have them fly to India for gold, Ransack the ocean for orient pearl, And search all corners of the new-found world For pleasant fruits and princely delicates...
Page 66 - Mountains and hills, come, come, and fall on me, And hide me from the heavy wrath of God ! No, no.
Page 65 - CEnon's death? And hath not he that built the walls of Thebes With ravishing sound of his melodious harp, Made music with my Mephistophilis?
Page 214 - Shakspeare, new elucidations of their own human being; "new harmonies with the infinite structure of the Universe; concurrences with later ideas, affinities with the higher powers and senses of man.
Page 353 - This Puck seems but a dreaming dolt, Still walking like a ragged colt, And oft out of a bush doth bolt, Of purpose to deceive us ; And leading us makes us to stray, Long winter's nights, out of the way ; And when we stick in mire and clay, Hob doth with laughter leave us.
Page 333 - Mid flowers that never shall fade or fall ; Though mine are the gardens of earth and sea, And the stars themselves have flowers for me. One blossom of Heaven outblooms them all...