The New Monthly Belle Assemblée, Svazek 24Joseph Rogerson |
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Strana 4
... poor Marie , as her head sunk for a minute on " Never , never ! " replied Stanley , as with his bosom , and the pent up tears burst forth . passionate agony he flung himself before her . " But this is folly , " she continued , forcing ...
... poor Marie , as her head sunk for a minute on " Never , never ! " replied Stanley , as with his bosom , and the pent up tears burst forth . passionate agony he flung himself before her . " But this is folly , " she continued , forcing ...
Strana 14
... poor babe deaf and dumb . How dif- ferently did this heavy affliction affect the cheva- lier and his wife ! It seemed to create in her a more passionate and tender love for her infant , and she would gladly have endeavoured to speak ...
... poor babe deaf and dumb . How dif- ferently did this heavy affliction affect the cheva- lier and his wife ! It seemed to create in her a more passionate and tender love for her infant , and she would gladly have endeavoured to speak ...
Strana 15
... poor child ! " said her mother , fondly kissing her again and again , unconscious that her husband stood watching them , until he spoke , to inquire if the carriage was ready , and then , without another word , offered her his arm , and ...
... poor child ! " said her mother , fondly kissing her again and again , unconscious that her husband stood watching them , until he spoke , to inquire if the carriage was ready , and then , without another word , offered her his arm , and ...
Strana 16
... poor child ! " she murmured , as she strained the sleeping girl to her bosom , " thy mother will never forsake thee - no , no , dear one ! So long as it pleases God to spare my life , all that a mother's love can do for thee shall be ...
... poor child ! " she murmured , as she strained the sleeping girl to her bosom , " thy mother will never forsake thee - no , no , dear one ! So long as it pleases God to spare my life , all that a mother's love can do for thee shall be ...
Strana 17
... Poor thing ! poor thing ! How beau- tiful she is , and how sad she looks ! -thinking of her poor dear mother again , I'll be bound . I must just go and see if that dress is come : at least it will attract her attention for a minute or ...
... Poor thing ! poor thing ! How beau- tiful she is , and how sad she looks ! -thinking of her poor dear mother again , I'll be bound . I must just go and see if that dress is come : at least it will attract her attention for a minute or ...
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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...