The Magazine of the beau monde; or, Monthly journal of fashion [afterw.] The Nouveau beau monde; or Magazine of fashion, Volumes 4-51834 |
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... who was possessed of that infirmity a kind and compassionate heart ; and while he soothed the agony of her dying hour , he still farther A comforted the poor widow by promising to protect her child THE MAGAZINE OF THE ...
... who was possessed of that infirmity a kind and compassionate heart ; and while he soothed the agony of her dying hour , he still farther A comforted the poor widow by promising to protect her child THE MAGAZINE OF THE ...
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comforted the poor widow by promising to protect her child . This was her cousin Pryce Morgan , who took home the ... poor Lucy ; " and he will be here to - night . " 66 " Here ! " echoed the old woman , " here ! Then he is safe ! But ...
comforted the poor widow by promising to protect her child . This was her cousin Pryce Morgan , who took home the ... poor Lucy ; " and he will be here to - night . " 66 " Here ! " echoed the old woman , " here ! Then he is safe ! But ...
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... poor Lucy sank sobbing upon old Lowry's neck , Cynric was fearfully - terribly agitated ; and his dark eye , restless even in his calmer mood , was now darting fire , as his proud heart was torn by the con- flicting emotions , which ...
... poor Lucy sank sobbing upon old Lowry's neck , Cynric was fearfully - terribly agitated ; and his dark eye , restless even in his calmer mood , was now darting fire , as his proud heart was torn by the con- flicting emotions , which ...
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... Poor Lucy heard the account with dismay ; but not with astonishment . Sad forebodings had haunted her mind , since her last interview with Cynric : and now that her suspicions were confirmed , and the dreadful result revealed , although ...
... Poor Lucy heard the account with dismay ; but not with astonishment . Sad forebodings had haunted her mind , since her last interview with Cynric : and now that her suspicions were confirmed , and the dreadful result revealed , although ...
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nobody knew where . And poor Lucy , while she was grateful for his liberation from a disgraceful death , could not but hope that he might at some distant time return , and claim her as his dear betrothed wife . It was towards the close ...
nobody knew where . And poor Lucy , while she was grateful for his liberation from a disgraceful death , could not but hope that he might at some distant time return , and claim her as his dear betrothed wife . It was towards the close ...
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Page 35 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Page 10 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Page 52 - And he saw the lean dogs beneath the wall Hold o'er the dead their carnival, Gorging and growling o'er carcass and limb; They were too busy to bark at him!
Page 145 - A rose's brief bright life of joy, Such unto him was given ; Go — thou must play alone, my boy! Thy brother is in heaven." "And has he left his birds and flowers; And must I call in vain? And through the long, long summer hours, Will he not come again? " And by the brook and in the glade Are all our wanderings o'er? Oh ! while my brother with me play'd, Would I had loved him more !
Page 10 - When icicles hang by the wall And Dick the shepherd blows his nail And Tom bears logs into the hall And milk comes frozen home in pail, When blood is nipp'd and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Page 153 - IT is not that my lot is low, That bids this silent tear to flow; It is not grief that bids me moan, It is that I am all alone.
Page 170 - I am not — the panegyrist of England. I am not dazzled by her riches, nor awed by her power. The sceptre, the mitre, and the coronet, — stars, garters, and blue ribbons, — seem to me poor things for great men to contend for. Nor is my admiration awakened by her armies mustered for the battles of Europe, her navies overshadowing the ocean, nor her empire grasping the farthest East.
Page 11 - Of the waves breaking on the chalky shore,— All, all are English. Oft have I looked round With joy in Kent's green vales ; but never found Myself so satisfied in heart before. Europe is yet in bonds ; but let that pass, Thought for another moment. Thou art free, My country ! and 'tis joy enough and pride For one hour's perfect bliss, to tread the grass Of England once again, and hear and see, With such a dear companion at my side.
Page 32 - ... masses, which he could not grasp readily with his teeth, he pushed forwards, leaning against them with his right fore-paw and his chin. He never carried anything on his tail, which he liked to dip in water, but he was not fond of plunging in the whole of his body. If his tail was kept moist he never cared to drink ; but if it was kept dry it became hot, and the animal appeared distressed, and would drink a great deal. It is not impossible that the tail may have the power of absorbing water, like...