Ainsworth's Magazine: A Miscellany of Romance, General Literature, & Art, Volum 6William Harrison Ainsworth Chapman and Hall, 1844 |
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... father's house . " " No doubt of it , madam , " replied Harley , with as much con- fidence as if he had really believed what he avouched . CHAPTER THE SECOND . HOW DOCTOR SACHEVEREL PREACHED HIS SERMON AT SAINT PAUL'S ; AND HOW HE WAS ...
... father's house . " " No doubt of it , madam , " replied Harley , with as much con- fidence as if he had really believed what he avouched . CHAPTER THE SECOND . HOW DOCTOR SACHEVEREL PREACHED HIS SERMON AT SAINT PAUL'S ; AND HOW HE WAS ...
Pàgina 9
... father , the Duke of Somerset . " " I am sorry I cannot attend to your grace's recommendation , " replied the queen ; " for I have already granted the lieutenancy to Lord Rivers . " " How , madam ! " exclaimed Marlborough . " Why Lord ...
... father , the Duke of Somerset . " " I am sorry I cannot attend to your grace's recommendation , " replied the queen ; " for I have already granted the lieutenancy to Lord Rivers . " " How , madam ! " exclaimed Marlborough . " Why Lord ...
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... used to come and see her till within a month ago . He hasn't been since . ” " Did you know his name ? " " I did not . I always understood he was a doctor . Mrs. Simmons told me he was the father of her child . THE WRONG OMNIBUS . 21.
... used to come and see her till within a month ago . He hasn't been since . ” " Did you know his name ? " " I did not . I always understood he was a doctor . Mrs. Simmons told me he was the father of her child . THE WRONG OMNIBUS . 21.
Pàgina 22
... father of her child . She was a widow . Her hus- band has been dead many years . She has a child about one year and a half old . She said a doctor was its father , and that he used to come and give her money . I saw him one day coming ...
... father of her child . She was a widow . Her hus- band has been dead many years . She has a child about one year and a half old . She said a doctor was its father , and that he used to come and give her money . I saw him one day coming ...
Pàgina 28
... father to the man . But to return to myself , having also kept a journal as diligently as the hermit , and being now sixty - five , and somewhat up- wards , what hinders my following his example , and giving my expe- rience to the world ...
... father to the man . But to return to myself , having also kept a journal as diligently as the hermit , and being now sixty - five , and somewhat up- wards , what hinders my following his example , and giving my expe- rience to the world ...
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Pàgina 179 - And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes. Now, Lycidas, the Shepherds weep no more; Henceforth thou art the Genius of the shore, In thy large recompense, and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous flood.
Pàgina 179 - Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears ; Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Pàgina 495 - God ! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain : To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run: How many make the hour full complete, How many hours bring about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live.
Pàgina 83 - Dis's waggon! daffodils That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath...
Pàgina 395 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds ; Which pillage they with merry march bring...
Pàgina 308 - He hath put down the mighty from their seat : and hath exalted the humble and meek.
Pàgina 391 - And every sweetness that inspired their hearts, Their minds, and muses on admired themes ; If all the heavenly quintessence they still From their immortal flowers of poesy, Wherein, as in a mirror, we perceive The highest reaches of a human wit ; If these had made one poem's period, And all combined in beauty's worthiness, Yet should there hover in their restless heads One thought, one grace, one wonder, at the least, Which into words no virtue can digest...
Pàgina 280 - tis, that you should carry me away: And trust me not, my friends, if, every day, I walk not here with more delight, Than ever, after the most happy fight, In triumph to the capitol I rode, To thank the gods, and to be thought, myself, almost a god.
Pàgina 279 - Hail, old patrician trees, so great and good! Hail, ye plebeian under-wood ! Where the poetic birds rejoice, And for their quiet nests and plenteous food Pay, with their grateful voice. Hail, the poor Muses...
Pàgina 485 - Ave Maria ! blessed be the hour ! The time, the clime, the spot, where I so oft Have felt that moment in its fullest power Sink o'er the earth so beautiful and soft, While swung the deep bell in the distant tower. Or the faint dying day-hymn stole aloft, And not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the forest leaves seem'd stirr'd with prayer.