The Metropolitan Magazine, Volum 48Saunders and Otley, 1846 |
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Pàgina 2
... eyes , he groans deeply ; but his tears and groans are not for his property in ashes , not for his ruined harvest , nor for his humble wealth gathered by long toils , and now destroyed in one short hour ; he mourns for the air that he ...
... eyes , he groans deeply ; but his tears and groans are not for his property in ashes , not for his ruined harvest , nor for his humble wealth gathered by long toils , and now destroyed in one short hour ; he mourns for the air that he ...
Pàgina 3
... eyes were fixed on the ground , his lip quivering , and the blood flushing in his face , ebbing and flowing like the waves of the sea , for now it was crimsoned , now it was pale . He turned as if startled , gazed into those parts of ...
... eyes were fixed on the ground , his lip quivering , and the blood flushing in his face , ebbing and flowing like the waves of the sea , for now it was crimsoned , now it was pale . He turned as if startled , gazed into those parts of ...
Pàgina 4
... eye , glancing round , dis- cerned some object at which Manfred shuddered . He held the lamp towards the wall ; there ... eyes , gleaming through blood , and to move its lips for burning words . Woe to Manfred , if that sight had lasted ...
... eye , glancing round , dis- cerned some object at which Manfred shuddered . He held the lamp towards the wall ; there ... eyes , gleaming through blood , and to move its lips for burning words . Woe to Manfred , if that sight had lasted ...
Pàgina 5
... eyes , that he should not see the lightning . " Courage , my children , " said the Queen . " Is this the first storm you have ever witnessed ? Is fear worthy of the offspring of a king ? " " Ought not kings to tremble before God , my ...
... eyes , that he should not see the lightning . " Courage , my children , " said the Queen . " Is this the first storm you have ever witnessed ? Is fear worthy of the offspring of a king ? " " Ought not kings to tremble before God , my ...
Pàgina 6
... eyes , and looked timidly at her . " Go , Manfredino , " persisted the royal Helena ; " are you afraid ? " The boy went with a bold step to the table , where lay various instruments of music ; he took the lute , and delivering it to the ...
... eyes , and looked timidly at her . " Go , Manfredino , " persisted the royal Helena ; " are you afraid ? " The boy went with a bold step to the table , where lay various instruments of music ; he took the lute , and delivering it to the ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
admirable amusement Anselmo appearance arms BATTLE OF BENEVENTO beautiful black ram blessed called Canfranc Captain Caserta cavalier Charles Charles of Anjou Charles Stanley continued Count della Cerra Count of Anjou cried D'Angalone dark dear death deep demonio devil door earth Emir Emmeline English exclaimed eyes fancy Fanny father favour fear feel Funchal Giordano hand happiness head hear heard heart heaven honour hope hour human Jaca John the Baptist King ladies Lambroni Lancia light living look Madeira Maid of Artois Manfred Manfredino mind moral mountains mules murder nature never night noble passed patrona perhaps Portuguese puchero replied Rinaldo round Royal Gems Sancho Saracens scene Sir E. B. Sir Monk Sister Anne smile smugglers Somport soul spirit Swabia theatre thee things thou thought tion turned uncle Universal Parliament voice words young
Passatges populars
Pàgina 187 - O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength ; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant.
Pàgina 189 - HIIMANO capiti cervicem pictor equinam Jungere si velit, et varias inducere plumas Undique collatis membris, ut turpiter atrum Desinat in piscem mulier formosa superne, Spectatum admissi risum teneatis, amici...
Pàgina 437 - And shall we own such judgment? no— as soon Seek roses in December— ice in June; Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff; Believe a woman or an epitaph, Or any other thing that's false, before You trust in critics, who themselves are sore Or yield one single thought to be misled By Jeffrey's heart, or Lambe's Boeotian head.
Pàgina 193 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn ; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn : But my kisses bring again, , bring again, ' . -' Seals of love, but seal'd in vain.
Pàgina 71 - Ah me! for aught that ever I could read. Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth: But, either it was different in blood; Her.
Pàgina 306 - Clackitt has a very pretty talent, and a great deal of industry. SNAKE. True, madam, and has been tolerably successful in her day. To my knowledge, she has been the cause of six matches being broken off, and three sons being disinherited; of four forced elopements, and as many close confinements; nine separate maintenances, and two divorces.
Pàgina 306 - Pictures, like these, dear madam, to design, Asks no firm hand, and no unerring line ; Some...
Pàgina 193 - Than the soft myrtle; but man, proud man, Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assured, His glassy essence, like an angry ape, 120 Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven As make the angels weep; who, with our spleens, Would all themselves laugh mortal.
Pàgina 325 - Well, I'll not debate how far scandal may be allowable ; but in a man, I am sure, it is always contemptible. We have pride, envy, rivalship, and a thousand motives to depreciate each other; but the male slanderer must have the cowardice of a woman before he can traduce one.
Pàgina 107 - Had pluck'd himself that blossom small. " No flow'ret in a lady's dress, Where all beside is meet and bright, And she, in her own loveliness, Seems but another flower of light, Has aught so sacred or so dear, So touching to the gazer's sight, As that bright spot amongst the drear, That star amidst the gloom of night, — The flow'ret pluck'd by fingers rude, To cheer the beggar's solitude.