The New Monthly Belle Assemblée, Volumen28Joseph Rogerson |
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... thought you had gone to the ball with the rest ! " 66 • No , " said Hannah , casting a dissatisfied look round the ... thoughts when I entered , and found you gazing so fixedly on the shadowy moonlight . Your face looked so pale and ...
... thought you had gone to the ball with the rest ! " 66 • No , " said Hannah , casting a dissatisfied look round the ... thoughts when I entered , and found you gazing so fixedly on the shadowy moonlight . Your face looked so pale and ...
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... thought you would hardly treasure up her words so minutely . " " Ella , " said Hannah , with a reddened cheek , " pray leave the satirical to me - the sentimental is more becoming to your face . I did hear this from Captain Macdonald ...
... thought you would hardly treasure up her words so minutely . " " Ella , " said Hannah , with a reddened cheek , " pray leave the satirical to me - the sentimental is more becoming to your face . I did hear this from Captain Macdonald ...
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... thought of her nightly visits to the island . Marcelly was frightened , and ashamed of her own share in the gossip ; but she loved her lady , and answered truly— 666 " They say you have been discerned on the island talking with a ...
... thought of her nightly visits to the island . Marcelly was frightened , and ashamed of her own share in the gossip ; but she loved her lady , and answered truly— 666 " They say you have been discerned on the island talking with a ...
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... thoughts and the dead from their icy pall . ) Apart from the rest , on the pannell'd wood , A boy , to the life , from ... thought Flows as a swollen tide when forests nod And blotted all - but pity for the past . I did not deem my heart ...
... thoughts and the dead from their icy pall . ) Apart from the rest , on the pannell'd wood , A boy , to the life , from ... thought Flows as a swollen tide when forests nod And blotted all - but pity for the past . I did not deem my heart ...
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... thought →→ He can reverse the spell he wrought . Lo , while I speak , his will and glance Have roused her from her death - like trance . She wakes , but does not wake to bear The burden of her former care . The sharp and racking throb ...
... thought →→ He can reverse the spell he wrought . Lo , while I speak , his will and glance Have roused her from her death - like trance . She wakes , but does not wake to bear The burden of her former care . The sharp and racking throb ...
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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.