Bentley's Miscellany, Volume 9Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith Richard Bentley, 1841 - Literature |
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... Hour with Death ! On Galatea , by Gotthold Ephraim , Lessing , Hora Offleanæ , by a Man about Town , 255 271 272 , 413 Ho - Fi of the Yellow Girdle , A Classical Ode , with a " free Translation , " Messrs . Leach , Battye , and Slug's ...
... Hour with Death ! On Galatea , by Gotthold Ephraim , Lessing , Hora Offleanæ , by a Man about Town , 255 271 272 , 413 Ho - Fi of the Yellow Girdle , A Classical Ode , with a " free Translation , " Messrs . Leach , Battye , and Slug's ...
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... hour on the following day , when she underwent a long and rigorous examination by certain members of the Privy Council , who were summoned for that purpose by the Earl of Salisbury . Throughout this arduous trial she maintained the ...
... hour on the following day , when she underwent a long and rigorous examination by certain members of the Privy Council , who were summoned for that purpose by the Earl of Salisbury . Throughout this arduous trial she maintained the ...
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... hour of twelve , the door opened , and a tall , gaunt personage , habited in a suit of rusty black , and with a large bunch of keys at his girdle , entered the cell . " You are Jasper Ipgreve ? " said Viviana , rising . Right ...
... hour of twelve , the door opened , and a tall , gaunt personage , habited in a suit of rusty black , and with a large bunch of keys at his girdle , entered the cell . " You are Jasper Ipgreve ? " said Viviana , rising . Right ...
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... hour at length drew near , Viviana wished it farther off . It was with the utmost trepidation that she heard the key turn in the lock , and beheld Ruth enter the cell with the evening meal . Closing the door , and setting down the ...
... hour at length drew near , Viviana wished it farther off . It was with the utmost trepidation that she heard the key turn in the lock , and beheld Ruth enter the cell with the evening meal . Closing the door , and setting down the ...
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... hour . " " If she does not , she will rue it , " added the dame . " Go , then , and I will see the prisoner . " Viviana required no further permission . Starting off as she had been directed on the left , she ran as fast as her feet ...
... hour . " " If she does not , she will rue it , " added the dame . " Go , then , and I will see the prisoner . " Viviana required no further permission . Starting off as she had been directed on the left , she ran as fast as her feet ...
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Page 51 - And children coming home from school Look in at the open door; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing floor.
Page 51 - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Page 51 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, rejoicing, -sorrowing, Onward through life he goes; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
Page 49 - He shall not die, by G — ," cried my uncle Toby. The accusing spirit, which flew up to heaven's chancery with the oath, blushed as he gave it in ; and the recording angel, as he wrote it down, dropped a tear upon the word, and blotted it out for ever.
Page 233 - My Lord, Out of the love I bear to some of your friends, I have a care of your preservation. Therefore I would advise you, as you tender your life, to devise some excuse to shift off your attendance at this parliament. For God and man have concurred to punish the wickedness of this time.
Page 603 - Shakespeare was godfather to one of Ben Jonson's children, and, after the christening, being in a deep study, Jonson came to cheer him up, and asked him why he was so melancholy. ' No faith, Ben,' says he, ' not I, but I have been considering a great while what should be the fittest gift for me to bestow upon my godchild, and I have resolved at last.' ' I prythee, what ? ' says he. ' I* faith, Ben, I'll e'en give him a dozen good Latin (latten) spoons, and thou shalt translate them.
Page 487 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Page 141 - King Henry, making a masque at the Cardinal Wolsey's house, and certain cannons being shot off at his entry, some of the paper or other stuff wherewith one of them was stopped, did light on the thatch, where being thought at first but an idle smoke, and their eyes more attentive to the show, it kindled inwardly, and ran round like a train, consuming within less than an hour the whole house to the very ground.
Page 137 - Men may talk of country Christmasses, Their thirty pound butter'd eggs, their pies of carps' tongues : Their pheasants drench'd with ambergris ; the carcases of three fat wethers bruised for gravy, to make sauce for a single peacock...
Page 477 - Who didst not change through all the past, And canst not alter now. The love where Death has set his seal, Nor age can chill, nor rival steal, Nor falsehood disavow: And, what were worse, thou canst not see Or wrong, or change, or fault in me.