The New Monthly Belle Assemblée, Volumen28Joseph Rogerson |
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... head , as you used to do , than go anywhere to meet Charles Macdonald . " Ella mused a little . What very different reasons cause people to do similar things ! How dissimilar we should find actions which now appear of kindred origin ...
... head , as you used to do , than go anywhere to meet Charles Macdonald . " Ella mused a little . What very different reasons cause people to do similar things ! How dissimilar we should find actions which now appear of kindred origin ...
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... head to mak ' a pomatum for her hair , to gie it an uncanny light ; and what think ye did she tak ' for the grease to mak ' the pomatum ? ' Here the old lady screwed her features into the most awful expression of horror , and spoke so ...
... head to mak ' a pomatum for her hair , to gie it an uncanny light ; and what think ye did she tak ' for the grease to mak ' the pomatum ? ' Here the old lady screwed her features into the most awful expression of horror , and spoke so ...
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... head , and they insignificant members ; and they were desirous that their lovely ward should very form a suitable alliance . Ian Mohr , the senior guardian , was for seeking the hand of Lord Reay himself , the head of a powerful sept ...
... head , and they insignificant members ; and they were desirous that their lovely ward should very form a suitable alliance . Ian Mohr , the senior guardian , was for seeking the hand of Lord Reay himself , the head of a powerful sept ...
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... head to foot in her plaid , and through the back postern passed noiselessly to her chamber . " Only fancy , Ella dear , how uncomfortable that prying Marcelly must have felt all the next day , so very sleepy and stupid , and not daring ...
... head to foot in her plaid , and through the back postern passed noiselessly to her chamber . " Only fancy , Ella dear , how uncomfortable that prying Marcelly must have felt all the next day , so very sleepy and stupid , and not daring ...
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... head ! " remarked Sarah , the eldest of the family . " Ella , I have a message for you from Harry Vane - he looked so handsome to - night , in spite of his one epaulette ! He was very much grieved at your illness , and bade me tell you ...
... head ! " remarked Sarah , the eldest of the family . " Ella , I have a message for you from Harry Vane - he looked so handsome to - night , in spite of his one epaulette ! He was very much grieved at your illness , and bade me tell you ...
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Página 118 - For woman is not undevelopt man, But diverse : could we make her as the man, Sweet love were slain : his dearest bond is this, Not like to like, but like in difference. Yet in the long years liker must they grow ; The man be more of woman, she of man...
Página 254 - I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. He thought I was a ghost, mother, for I was all in white; And I ran by him without speaking, like a flash of light : They call me cruel-hearted, but I care not what they say, For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o
Página 202 - O'er mountain, tower, and town, Or, mirrored in the ocean vast, A thousand fathoms down ! As fresh in yon horizon dark, As young thy beauties seem. As when the eagle from the ark First sported in thy beam. For, faithful to its sacred page, Heaven still rebuilds thy span • Nor lets the type grow pale with age That first spoke peace to man.
Página 190 - The Cypress and her spire; —Of flowers that with one scarlet gleam Cover a hundred leagues, and seem To set the hills on fire. The Youth of green savannahs spake, And many an endless, endless lake, With all its fairy crowds Of islands, that together lie As quietly as spots of sky Among the evening clouds.
Página 137 - IT is the first mild day of March : Each minute sweeter than before, The redbreast sings from the tall larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees, and mountains bare And grass in the green field.
Página 190 - Her father took another mate ; And Ruth, not seven years old, A slighted child, at her own will Went wandering over dale and hill, In thoughtless freedom, bold.
Página 190 - He was a lovely youth ! I guess The panther in the wilderness Was not so fair as he ; And, when he chose to sport and play, No dolphin ever was so gay Upon the tropic sea.
Página 18 - The latter part of his life cannot be remembered but with pity and sadness. He languished some years under that depression of mind which enchains the faculties without destroying them, and leaves reason the knowledge of right without the power of pursuing it.
Página 254 - I sleep so sound all night, mother, that I shall never wake, If you do not call me loud when the day begins to break; But I must gather knots of flowers, and buds and garlands gay, For I'm to be Queen o...
Página 136 - I COME, I come ! ye have called me long, I come o'er the mountains with light and song ! Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth, By the winds which tell of the violet's birth, By the primrose-stars in the shadowy grass, By the green leaves, opening as I pass.