The Magazine of the beau monde; or, Monthly journal of fashion [afterw.] The Nouveau beau monde; or Magazine of fashion1831 |
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... seemed reposing only that it might strike the surer and deadlier blow . Edmund felt no fear ; yet such was the agitation of his feelings , that his limbs were seen to tremble , and his face to wax pale ; and all who beheld expected that ...
... seemed reposing only that it might strike the surer and deadlier blow . Edmund felt no fear ; yet such was the agitation of his feelings , that his limbs were seen to tremble , and his face to wax pale ; and all who beheld expected that ...
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... seemed as yet to have made slight alteration . " And hast thou then no crimes for which to implore forgiveness ? ' said Edmund at length : ' have not the strengthless old man , and the innocent child , and the helpless woman , and the ...
... seemed as yet to have made slight alteration . " And hast thou then no crimes for which to implore forgiveness ? ' said Edmund at length : ' have not the strengthless old man , and the innocent child , and the helpless woman , and the ...
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... seemed to wait upon Kemble ; and to say , like Macduff , when he long'd for the combat - but with the tyrant only— " Either thee , Macbeth , Or else my sword , with an unbatter'd edge I sheathe again undeeded . ' 6 " Whether Kemble had ...
... seemed to wait upon Kemble ; and to say , like Macduff , when he long'd for the combat - but with the tyrant only— " Either thee , Macbeth , Or else my sword , with an unbatter'd edge I sheathe again undeeded . ' 6 " Whether Kemble had ...
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... seemed to con- her hope , and rush out to solitude . Moody and spire in favour of this union ; and yet the feeling of gloomy abstraction and fits of angry invective divided surprise that in an under current ran through the his nights ...
... seemed to con- her hope , and rush out to solitude . Moody and spire in favour of this union ; and yet the feeling of gloomy abstraction and fits of angry invective divided surprise that in an under current ran through the his nights ...
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... seemed well fitted in quality of mind to fill the world's " high places . " Luey lingered on for years , though she never rose from the hard couch to which her ereditors con- signed her . Bed - ridden , and incapable of assisting her ...
... seemed well fitted in quality of mind to fill the world's " high places . " Luey lingered on for years , though she never rose from the hard couch to which her ereditors con- signed her . Bed - ridden , and incapable of assisting her ...
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Page 3 - That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn...
Page 3 - I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
Page 3 - Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these. I bind the Sun's throne with a burning zone And the Moon's with a girdle of pearl ; The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim, When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl. From cape to cape, with a bridge-like shape, Over a torrent sea, Sunbeam proof, I hang like a roof, The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the powers of the air are chained...
Page 102 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...
Page 3 - Over earth and ocean with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea...
Page 83 - This grove is wild with tangling underwood, And the trim walks are broken up, and grass, Thin grass and king-cups grow within the paths. But never elsewhere in one place I knew So many nightingales; and far and near, In wood and thicket, over the wide grove, They answer and provoke each other's song, With skirmish and capricious passagings, And murmurs musical and swift jug jug, And one low piping sound more sweet than all...
Page 3 - May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these.
Page 3 - Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream, The Spirit he loves remains; And I all the while bask in Heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains. The sanguine Sunrise, with his meteor eyes, And his burning plumes outspread...
Page 137 - There is none In all this cold and hollow world, no fount Of deep, strong, deathless love, save that within A mother's heart.
Page 131 - Ah ! fleeter far than fleetest storm or steed, Or the death they bear, The heart which tender thought clothes like a dove With the wings of care ; In the battle, in the darkness, in the need, Shall mine cling to thee, Nor claim one smile for all the comfort, love, It may bring to thee.