The Ladies' CompanionBradbury and Evans, 1865 - Women's periodicals, English |
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... beautiful you do look ! But I must trouble you . Two persons want Mr. Castlebrook , and when I said he was not at home , they insisted on seeing you . I think , " lowering her voice , " it is some one for money . " Mrs. Martin was not ...
... beautiful you do look ! But I must trouble you . Two persons want Mr. Castlebrook , and when I said he was not at home , they insisted on seeing you . I think , " lowering her voice , " it is some one for money . " Mrs. Martin was not ...
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... beautiful Miss Castle- Being thus made competent to distinguish brook , that though Mr. Rugget be peremptory , them I addressed the speaker as " Mr. Gray I│Mr . Gray is willing to listen to the intercession presume ? " and , receiving ...
... beautiful Miss Castle- Being thus made competent to distinguish brook , that though Mr. Rugget be peremptory , them I addressed the speaker as " Mr. Gray I│Mr . Gray is willing to listen to the intercession presume ? " and , receiving ...
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... beautiful a sight Amid mere worldly misses ? Her cottage lay within a sweet green wood ; And gaily forth the young maid lightly would She tended flowers , Trip ' neath spring showers . Until the dark knight of the castle came , With ...
... beautiful a sight Amid mere worldly misses ? Her cottage lay within a sweet green wood ; And gaily forth the young maid lightly would She tended flowers , Trip ' neath spring showers . Until the dark knight of the castle came , With ...
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... beautiful provinces : Napoleon is among you . You are worthy to be Frenchmen . Rise in mass , join remainder of those barbarians , who are your enemies my invincible phalanxes , to exterminate the and mine : they fly with rage and ...
... beautiful provinces : Napoleon is among you . You are worthy to be Frenchmen . Rise in mass , join remainder of those barbarians , who are your enemies my invincible phalanxes , to exterminate the and mine : they fly with rage and ...
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... beautiful town lying day mother sent me with a dish to Miss Catha- large and warm along the river ; here gay craft rine's room , and I went in and sat down . I went darting about like gulls , and there up the didn't like her at first ...
... beautiful town lying day mother sent me with a dish to Miss Catha- large and warm along the river ; here gay craft rine's room , and I went in and sat down . I went darting about like gulls , and there up the didn't like her at first ...
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Page 268 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Page 11 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark!
Page 11 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men...
Page 11 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Page 156 - My dear good lady," replied the author, "do not be gulled by such stories; the book is like your young heir there (pointing to a child of three years old, who was rolling on the carpet in his white tunics), he shows at times a good deal that is usually concealed, but it is all in perfect innocence!
Page 11 - Brunswick's fated chieftain; he did hear That sound the first amidst the festival, And caught its tone with Death's prophetic ear, And when they smiled because he deemed it near, His heart more truly knew that peal too well Which stretched his father on a bloody bier, And roused the vengeance blood alone could quell; He rushed into the field, and, foremost fighting, fell.
Page 102 - At present, nothing is talked of, nothing admired, but what I cannot help calling a very insipid and tedious performance : it is a kind of novel, called " The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy ;" the great humour of which consists in the whole narration always going backwards. I can conceive a man saying that it would be droll to write a book in that manner, but have no notion of his persevering...
Page 268 - God, the Maker of all laws, Who hath commanded us we should not kill. And yet we say we must, for Reputation ! What honest man can either fear his own, Or else will hurt another's reputation? Fear to do base unworthy things is valour ; If they be done to us, to suffer them Is valour too.
Page 208 - Woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! For ye pay tithe of mint and anise and cummin, and have omitted the weightier matters of the law, judgment, mercy, and faith; these ought ye to have done, and not to leave the other undone.
Page 11 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips - 'The foe! they come! they come!