The New Monthly Belle Assemblée, Volumen28Joseph Rogerson |
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... mother's boudoir , where Polonius was mistaken for a rat ; and I don't know which are worst , rats or eaves - droppers . She's a treasure , that Janet ; she has such a fund of old musty stories , and believes them all devoutly , which ...
... mother's boudoir , where Polonius was mistaken for a rat ; and I don't know which are worst , rats or eaves - droppers . She's a treasure , that Janet ; she has such a fund of old musty stories , and believes them all devoutly , which ...
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... mother's great aunt . But first let me shut out brushwood . There was nothing strange in that impertinent moonbeam , that makes your this , as Marcelly had before this visited the face as blue as a drowned sailor's ; and pray islet with ...
... mother's great aunt . But first let me shut out brushwood . There was nothing strange in that impertinent moonbeam , that makes your this , as Marcelly had before this visited the face as blue as a drowned sailor's ; and pray islet with ...
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... mother led me to thy throne , The field and woodland , when thy voice as yet , Though heard , was all unknown- Thou , whom of later time All recognized , I heard my soul within , And o'er the mead , and on the hills sublime , And ' mid ...
... mother led me to thy throne , The field and woodland , when thy voice as yet , Though heard , was all unknown- Thou , whom of later time All recognized , I heard my soul within , And o'er the mead , and on the hills sublime , And ' mid ...
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... mother is alone , ill , and per- haps suffering deprivations . Had she not bid me , I should not have come to spend a Christ - large house , whence sounds of music and mirth mas here , where all but you are strangers , where all but you ...
... mother is alone , ill , and per- haps suffering deprivations . Had she not bid me , I should not have come to spend a Christ - large house , whence sounds of music and mirth mas here , where all but you are strangers , where all but you ...
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... mother Mary had no room in her heart for aught but affection and deep gratitude . MESMERIC SLEEP . BY MRS . ABDY . She lies in slumber calm and deep- Oh ! do not fear to break her sleep : Glance not in timid dread around , Tread not ...
... mother Mary had no room in her heart for aught but affection and deep gratitude . MESMERIC SLEEP . BY MRS . ABDY . She lies in slumber calm and deep- Oh ! do not fear to break her sleep : Glance not in timid dread around , Tread not ...
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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.