Ainsworth's Magazine, Volume 2William Harrison Ainsworth Chapman and Hall, 1842 - English literature |
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... smiling face , A silent welcome . Never did our race Till now upon these hills and valleys tread ; - No flocks upon these flowery plains were fed- The idle river wander'd there at ease , Or , curtain'd by the overarching trees , Slept ...
... smiling face , A silent welcome . Never did our race Till now upon these hills and valleys tread ; - No flocks upon these flowery plains were fed- The idle river wander'd there at ease , Or , curtain'd by the overarching trees , Slept ...
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... smiling . " I have heard of this fair creature before . Give me some ratafia , Mr. Crew , and pledge me . I can play the hostess , you perceive . " " To perfection - as you play everything else , " returned Ran- dulph . 66 Why , you ...
... smiling . " I have heard of this fair creature before . Give me some ratafia , Mr. Crew , and pledge me . I can play the hostess , you perceive . " " To perfection - as you play everything else , " returned Ran- dulph . 66 Why , you ...
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... smile when I tell you I cannot fancy either of these three dishes . MRS . SHIPPENSBURG . What a singular taste you must have ! Do you like terrapin ? MR . DALRYMPLE . Very much : we have not any in England , but we import abundance of ...
... smile when I tell you I cannot fancy either of these three dishes . MRS . SHIPPENSBURG . What a singular taste you must have ! Do you like terrapin ? MR . DALRYMPLE . Very much : we have not any in England , but we import abundance of ...
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... smile shew'd plain That he thought it no trifle a fort to gain Which had seem'd till then as hard to attain As to plough a field with King Charles's wain.- But how felt Cuornero ? Did he with pain Regret his bargain , and wish to remain ...
... smile shew'd plain That he thought it no trifle a fort to gain Which had seem'd till then as hard to attain As to plough a field with King Charles's wain.- But how felt Cuornero ? Did he with pain Regret his bargain , and wish to remain ...
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... smile along the corridors , The only image now , of man , in that forsaken place , The lingering memories left of what was once a stately race . Was once ? -Hath , then , that noble park no owner and no heir ? Where's he should dwell at ...
... smile along the corridors , The only image now , of man , in that forsaken place , The lingering memories left of what was once a stately race . Was once ? -Hath , then , that noble park no owner and no heir ? Where's he should dwell at ...
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Page 350 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast?
Page 350 - Fast by the oracle of God, I thence Invoke thy aid to my adventurous song, That with no middle flight intends to soar Above th' Aonian mount, while it pursues Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme.
Page 374 - In the name of God amen. The 1 st day of September in the 36th year of the reign of our sovereign lord Henry VIII by the grace of God King of England, France and Ireland, defender of the faith and of the church of England and also of Ireland, in earth the supreme head, and in the year of our Lord God 1544.
Page 421 - Amphytrion" to the stage, I heard him give it his first reading to the actors, in which, though it is true he delivered the plain sense of every period, yet the whole was in so cold, so flat, and unaffecting a manner, that I am afraid of not being believed when I affirm it.
Page 421 - Though secure of our hearts, yet confoundedly sick If they were not his own by finessing and trick: He cast off his friends as a huntsman his pack, For he knew, when he pleased, he could whistle them back.
Page 49 - Delia, how w' esteem the half-blown rose, The image of thy blush and summer's honour, Whilst yet her tender bud doth undisclose That full of beauty Time bestows upon her. No sooner spreads her glory in the air, But straight her wide-blown pomp comes to decline ; She then is scorned that late adorned the fair; So fade the roses of those cheeks of thine. No April can revive thy withered flowers, Whose springing grace adorns thy glory now, Swift speedy Time, feathered with flying hours, Dissolves the...
Page 421 - It has sometimes been objected to the theatrical artist, that he merely repeats the language and embodies the conceptions of the poet. But the allegation, though specious, is unfounded. It has been completely established, by a great and genial critic of our own time, that the deeper beauties of poetry cannot be shaped forth by the actor,* and it is equally true, that the poet has little share in the highest triumphs of the performer.
Page 330 - See how the flowers, as at parade, Under their colours stand displayed: Each regiment in order grows, That of the tulip, pink, and rose. But when the vigilant patrol Of stars walks round about the Pole, Their leaves, that to the stalks are curled, Seem to their staves the ensigns furled. Then in some flower's beloved hut Each bee as sentinel is shut, And sleeps so too: but, if once stirred, She runs you through, nor asks the word.
Page 519 - She was a form of life and light, That, seen, became a part of sight...
Page xiv - ... such a series of incidents as should naturally introduce every relic of the old pile — its towers, chapels, halls, chambers, gateways, arches, and drawbridges, so that no part of it should remain unillustrated.