Bentley's Miscellany, Volume 12Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith Richard Bentley, 1842 - Literature |
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... stood waiting to receive us . A crowd of men , principally negroes , were collected here round a huge fire of pine - wood , which , together with the pine - torches , whose resinous glare streamed brilliantly into the darkness of the ...
... stood waiting to receive us . A crowd of men , principally negroes , were collected here round a huge fire of pine - wood , which , together with the pine - torches , whose resinous glare streamed brilliantly into the darkness of the ...
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... stood one bason , one ewer , and a relic of soap , apparently of great antiquity . Before , however , we could avail ourselves of these ample means of cleanliness , we were summoned down to breakfast ; but as we had travelled all night ...
... stood one bason , one ewer , and a relic of soap , apparently of great antiquity . Before , however , we could avail ourselves of these ample means of cleanliness , we were summoned down to breakfast ; but as we had travelled all night ...
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... stood at hand upon the iron road , and to this the luggage , and the women and children of the party , were transferred . A number of negroes , who were loitering about , were pressed into the service , and pushed it along , and the ...
... stood at hand upon the iron road , and to this the luggage , and the women and children of the party , were transferred . A number of negroes , who were loitering about , were pressed into the service , and pushed it along , and the ...
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... stood an exceedingly clean - looking bed , with coarse furniture , whilst in the opposite one , an old case - clock was ticking away its time and its master's , with cheerful monotony . The rush - bottomed chairs were of as many ...
... stood an exceedingly clean - looking bed , with coarse furniture , whilst in the opposite one , an old case - clock was ticking away its time and its master's , with cheerful monotony . The rush - bottomed chairs were of as many ...
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... stood , Devoted , as ' tis now , Yielding to monk and baron food , The produce of the plough . By belted knight it hath been held , And for his soul's estate , The holy father's lands hath swell'd , ( A goodly estimate ! ) Sacred from ...
... stood , Devoted , as ' tis now , Yielding to monk and baron food , The produce of the plough . By belted knight it hath been held , And for his soul's estate , The holy father's lands hath swell'd , ( A goodly estimate ! ) Sacred from ...
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Page 34 - 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 34 - 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 34 - 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 34 - 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 470 - 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 211 - quoth I, As I heaved a sigh, And a tear-drop fell from my twinkling eye, " My vastly good man, as I scarcely doubt That some day or other you'll find it out, Should he come in your way, Or ride in your " shay," (As perhaps he may,) Be so good as to say That a Visitor, whom you drove over one day, Was exceedingly angry, and very much scandalized, Finding these beautiful ruins so Vandalized, And thus of their owner to speak began, As he ordered you home in haste, ' No DOUBT HE'S A VERY RESPECTABLE...
Page 211 - Two or three damsels, frank and free, Are ogling, and smiling, and sipping Bohea. Parties below, and parties above, Some making tea, and some making love. Then the ' toot — toot — toot ' Of that vile demi-flute, — The detestable din Of that crack'd violin. And the odours of ' Stout,
Page 467 - 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!
Page 254 - No, my dear lady. I could weary stars, And force the wakeful moon to lose her eyes, By my late watching, but to wait on you. When at your prayers you kneel before the altar, Methinks...
Page 423 - He refused, and harsh language ensued, Which ended at length in a duel, When he that was mildest in mood Gave the truculent rascal his gruel; The Babes quake with hunger and fear, While the ruffian his dead comrade, Jack, buries; Then he cries, "Loves, amuse yourselves here With the hips, and the haws, and the blackberries ! " I'll be back in a couple of shakes ; So don't, dears, be quivering and quaking: I'm going to get you some cakes, And a nice butter'd roll that's a-baking!