Ainsworth's Magazine: A Miscellany of Romance, General Literature, & Art, Volum 6William Harrison Ainsworth Chapman and Hall, 1844 |
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Pàgina 3
... person acquainted with the extent of her affliction was Mrs. Masham , who was destined to be a witness to her emotion on the present occasion . not so . " In tears , gracious madam ! " cried the confidante , who had approached ...
... person acquainted with the extent of her affliction was Mrs. Masham , who was destined to be a witness to her emotion on the present occasion . not so . " In tears , gracious madam ! " cried the confidante , who had approached ...
Pàgina 4
... person for the lieutenancy , it would be Lord Rivers . " 66 Why , he is a whig ! " exclaimed Anne . " He is a friend of your majesty's friends , " returned Harley , smiling . " He shall have the place then , " said Anne . " I have asked ...
... person for the lieutenancy , it would be Lord Rivers . " 66 Why , he is a whig ! " exclaimed Anne . " He is a friend of your majesty's friends , " returned Harley , smiling . " He shall have the place then , " said Anne . " I have asked ...
Pàgina 9
... person I would venture to recommend to the place is the Duke of Northum- berland . By giving it to him , your majesty will also be enabled to oblige the Earl of Hertford by the presentation of the Oxford regiment , which Northumberland ...
... person I would venture to recommend to the place is the Duke of Northum- berland . By giving it to him , your majesty will also be enabled to oblige the Earl of Hertford by the presentation of the Oxford regiment , which Northumberland ...
Pàgina 20
... persons made their appearance . " What's the row ? " cried one . " What's up ? " exclaimed another . “ Who has hung himself ? " chorused a third . 66 ' My friends , come hither , and help me . through foul play , " I cried . Here is a ...
... persons made their appearance . " What's the row ? " cried one . " What's up ? " exclaimed another . “ Who has hung himself ? " chorused a third . 66 ' My friends , come hither , and help me . through foul play , " I cried . Here is a ...
Pàgina 21
... person of the deceased ? " Very well . She lived only three doors from my house , in Swallow- street . Her name is Nanny Simmons . " " Have you ever seen the gentleman seated in that chair before ? " " I saw him to - night , for the ...
... person of the deceased ? " Very well . She lived only three doors from my house , in Swallow- street . Her name is Nanny Simmons . " " Have you ever seen the gentleman seated in that chair before ? " " I saw him to - night , for the ...
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Passatges populars
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.