The Ladies' Companion, Svazky 11–12William W. Snowden, 1839 |
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Strana 4
... hand over his eyes , turned sorrowfully away . " What ! whining over a dead horse ? " exclaimed the first - mentioned traveller , laying his hand kindly on the other's shoulder , " fie , man ; think him an Englishman , and rejoice that ...
... hand over his eyes , turned sorrowfully away . " What ! whining over a dead horse ? " exclaimed the first - mentioned traveller , laying his hand kindly on the other's shoulder , " fie , man ; think him an Englishman , and rejoice that ...
Strana 8
... hand with sudden energy . " By this right hand , Dunois ! thy claim on this lovely piece of Eve's flesh shall be sustained , though the crown of France crumble in the contest . To - morrow she shall be sent , with all fitting honor , to ...
... hand with sudden energy . " By this right hand , Dunois ! thy claim on this lovely piece of Eve's flesh shall be sustained , though the crown of France crumble in the contest . To - morrow she shall be sent , with all fitting honor , to ...
Strana 10
... hand upon thy chest , to indicate a heart somewhere in that region , and roll thy eyes , like a goslin in a thunder - tempest . All in vain ; she will wed the rich soap - boiler over the way , and leave thee and thy fine speeches to ...
... hand upon thy chest , to indicate a heart somewhere in that region , and roll thy eyes , like a goslin in a thunder - tempest . All in vain ; she will wed the rich soap - boiler over the way , and leave thee and thy fine speeches to ...
Strana 24
... hand . ” The burst of pride , how- wandering and wild , and his hands locked in earnestness ever , was brief and weak . It sprang rather from a sense for protection from the Gods , as every footstep sent its of insult than courage to ...
... hand . ” The burst of pride , how- wandering and wild , and his hands locked in earnestness ever , was brief and weak . It sprang rather from a sense for protection from the Gods , as every footstep sent its of insult than courage to ...
Strana 26
... hand he endeavored to wrest from her . " Ha , thy words sound like an omen ! " retorted Nero , as he tore himself from her and hid his face in his hands . A deep and hollow groan rang through the apartment . The words , " he leaves me ...
... hand he endeavored to wrest from her . " Ha , thy words sound like an omen ! " retorted Nero , as he tore himself from her and hid his face in his hands . A deep and hollow groan rang through the apartment . The words , " he leaves me ...
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appeared arms Athaliah Baronet beautiful beneath bosom breath bright brow Caliph Catharine Catiline character cheek child Cordelia countenance cried dark dear death deep door dream Dunois earth Emma exclaimed eyes face father fear feeling feet fell flowers Fort Montgomery gaze genius George Lewis girl glance hand happy hath Hazael head heard heart Heaven honor hope horse hour husband Jane Jehosheba jester Joan d king lady light lips look Lord Mark Morrison marriage Mary of Anjou mind morning mother Mountcharles Nero never night noble Northington o'er once Opechancanough pale passed passion poor rendered replied returned rich scarcely scene SEBA SMITH seemed smile soon soul spirit steamboat stood sweet tears thee thing thou thought Tidworth tion tone trembling turned voice waters wife wild woman words young youth
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Strana 214 - There are many more shining qualities in the mind of man, but there is none so useful as discretion ; it is this indeed which gives a value to all the rest, which sets them at work in their proper times and places, and turns them to the advantage of the person who is possessed of them.
Strana 268 - Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep : All these with ceaseless praise his works behold Both day and night. How often from the steep Of echoing hill or thicket have we heard Celestial voices to the midnight air, Sole, or responsive each to other's note, Singing their great Creator ! oft in bands While they keep watch, or nightly rounding walk, With heavenly touch of instrumental sounds, In full harmonic number join'd, their songs Divide the night,...
Strana 195 - I say, that if one train of thinking be more desirable than another, it is that which regards the phenomena of nature with a constant reference to a supreme intelligent Author.
Strana 147 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, Oh!
Strana 298 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly : if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come.
Strana 73 - Thus saith the LORD God of Israel, I have anointed thee king over the people of the LORD, even over Israel. And thou shalt smite the house of Ahab thy master, that I may avenge the blood of my servants the prophets, and the blood of all the servants of the LORD, at the hand of Jezebel.
Strana 242 - To be happy at home is the ultimate result of all ambition, the end to which every enterprise and labour tends, and of which every desire prompts the prosecution. It is, indeed, at home that every man must be known by those who would make a just estimate either of his virtue or felicity ; for smiles and embroidery are alike occasional, and the mind is often dressed for show in painted honour and fictitious benevolence.
Strana 147 - And mouldering now in silent dust, That heart that lo'ed me dearly ! But still within my bosom's core Shall live my Highland Mary.
Strana 154 - Thou hast green laurel leaves, that twine Into so proud a wreath, For that resplendent gift of thine Heroes have smiled in death : Give me from some kind hand a flower, The record of one happy hour ! Thou hast a voice, whose thrilling tone Can bid each life-pulse beat...
Strana 129 - There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the Hood, leads on to fortune ; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows, and in miseries.