The New Monthly Belle Assemblée, Svazek 24Joseph Rogerson |
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Strana 14
... heard to escape the lips of Madame von Arcis ; she watched over her poor child night and day with idolizing tender- ness , but as silently as if she either shared its affliction , or had determined not to make use of the faculty denied ...
... heard to escape the lips of Madame von Arcis ; she watched over her poor child night and day with idolizing tender- ness , but as silently as if she either shared its affliction , or had determined not to make use of the faculty denied ...
Strana 15
... heard her request , the very thought of seeing his daughter exposed to the curious gaze of the world , and himself to its pity and unfeeling remarks , drove him half mad . " Her in society ! in a convent rather . And her own mother ...
... heard her request , the very thought of seeing his daughter exposed to the curious gaze of the world , and himself to its pity and unfeeling remarks , drove him half mad . " Her in society ! in a convent rather . And her own mother ...
Strana 18
... heard of the Abbé de l'Epée , or of that newly - discovered science which gave to the deaf and dumb a mode of expressing themselves and understanding others . Had Madame von Arcis lived , her anxiety respecting her child would doubtless ...
... heard of the Abbé de l'Epée , or of that newly - discovered science which gave to the deaf and dumb a mode of expressing themselves and understanding others . Had Madame von Arcis lived , her anxiety respecting her child would doubtless ...
Strana 20
... heard The many - voic'd " Amen ! " And near me are their tombs who rot , Though monumental marble hide , Like those of humbler heart and lot , Who lone and nameless died . Now , issuing from the House of God , And , pausing on their ...
... heard The many - voic'd " Amen ! " And near me are their tombs who rot , Though monumental marble hide , Like those of humbler heart and lot , Who lone and nameless died . Now , issuing from the House of God , And , pausing on their ...
Strana 24
... heard in an opinion of poor James when she discovered that | adjoining apartment , and a clear sweet voice he was a Presbyterian , for she had a strong dislike began to chatter in rapid broken sentences a to Dissenters , among whom of ...
... heard in an opinion of poor James when she discovered that | adjoining apartment , and a clear sweet voice he was a Presbyterian , for she had a strong dislike began to chatter in rapid broken sentences a to Dissenters , among whom of ...
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Strana 37 - Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat — Found the one gift of which fortune bereft us, Lost all the others, she lets us devote ; They, with the gold to give, doled him out silver, So much was theirs who so little allowed : How all our copper had gone for his service ! Rags, — were they purple, his heart had been proud...
Strana 213 - We must not make a scare-crow of the law, ' Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape, till custom make it Their perch, and not their terror.
Strana 37 - We that had loved him so, followed him, honoured him, Lived in his mild and magnificent eye, Learned his great language, caught his clear accents, Made him our pattern to live and to die ! Shakespeare was of us, Milton was for us, Burns, Shelley, were with us, — they watch from their graves ! He alone breaks from the van and the freemen, He alone sinks to the rear and the slaves...
Strana 122 - See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul.
Strana 37 - One more devils'-triumph and sorrow for angels, One wrong more to man, one more insult to God ! Life's night begins : let him never come back to us ! There would be doubt, hesitation and pain, Forced praise on our part — the glimmer of twilight, Never glad confident morning again...
Strana 122 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Strana 271 - For over all there hung a cloud of fear ; A sense of mystery the spirit daunted, And said, as plain as whisper in the ear, The place is haunted...
Strana 126 - Here the self-torturing sophist, wild Rousseau, The apostle of Affliction, he who threw Enchantment over passion, and from woe Wrung overwhelming eloquence, first drew The breath which made him wretched ; yet he knew How to make madness beautiful, and cast O'er erring deeds and thoughts a heavenly hue Of words, like sunbeams, dazzling as they past The eyes, which o'er them shed tears feelingly and fast.
Strana 28 - Who was her father? Who was her mother? Had she a sister? Had she a brother? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet than all other? Alas! for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun ! Oh! it was pitiful! Near a whole city full Home she had none.
Strana 62 - And dazzle not thy deep-blue eyes; but, oh! While gazing on them sterner eyes will gush, And into mine my mother's weakness rush, Soft as the last drops round heaven's airy bow. For, through thy long dark lashes, low depending, The soul of melancholy Gentleness Gleams like a seraph from the sky descending, Above...