The New Monthly Belle Assemblée, Volumul 28Joseph Rogerson |
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Pagina 3
... soon take a band of Thugs for my dream key - note . Why I never can see the man without picturing all the terrible stories fame tells about his ancestors . They must have been a rare set . I wonder if they condescend to pay any visits ...
... soon take a band of Thugs for my dream key - note . Why I never can see the man without picturing all the terrible stories fame tells about his ancestors . They must have been a rare set . I wonder if they condescend to pay any visits ...
Pagina 6
... soon espied his daughter , not far from the Lady of Tongue , whom she was watching with melan- choly interest . " What brings you here , father ? " she asked anxiously , as she hurried to his side . " A token for the Lady of Tongue ...
... soon espied his daughter , not far from the Lady of Tongue , whom she was watching with melan- choly interest . " What brings you here , father ? " she asked anxiously , as she hurried to his side . " A token for the Lady of Tongue ...
Pagina 8
... Soon hid both the rider and steed from sight , I will not curse thee ; for my foolish heart Is all too soft , and cannot tear apart Thine image from the place where it hath lain , Portrait of love - never to be again ! Nor will I utter ...
... Soon hid both the rider and steed from sight , I will not curse thee ; for my foolish heart Is all too soft , and cannot tear apart Thine image from the place where it hath lain , Portrait of love - never to be again ! Nor will I utter ...
Pagina 10
... soon strike twelve . Will her lady not descend to the hall ? At least she will mend the fire , it is almost out she wonders her lady is not perished . " These are the audible outpourings of her spirit , but in her heart she wonders yet ...
... soon strike twelve . Will her lady not descend to the hall ? At least she will mend the fire , it is almost out she wonders her lady is not perished . " These are the audible outpourings of her spirit , but in her heart she wonders yet ...
Pagina 14
... soon as known . passed - and when the nearest watchman had Ah , wise parent , teach your child to think ; then and gone out of reach of hearing - periods which a then only will he be educated , and equal to the emer- captive knows ...
... soon as known . passed - and when the nearest watchman had Ah , wise parent , teach your child to think ; then and gone out of reach of hearing - periods which a then only will he be educated , and equal to the emer- captive knows ...
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Pagina 118 - For woman is not undevelopt man, But diverse : could we make her as the man, Sweet love were slain : his dearest bond is this, Not like to like, but like in difference. Yet in the long years liker must they grow ; The man be more of woman, she of man...
Pagina 254 - I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. He thought I was a ghost, mother, for I was all in white; And I ran by him without speaking, like a flash of light : They call me cruel-hearted, but I care not what they say, For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o
Pagina 202 - O'er mountain, tower, and town, Or, mirrored in the ocean vast, A thousand fathoms down ! As fresh in yon horizon dark, As young thy beauties seem. As when the eagle from the ark First sported in thy beam. For, faithful to its sacred page, Heaven still rebuilds thy span • Nor lets the type grow pale with age That first spoke peace to man.
Pagina 190 - The Cypress and her spire; —Of flowers that with one scarlet gleam Cover a hundred leagues, and seem To set the hills on fire. The Youth of green savannahs spake, And many an endless, endless lake, With all its fairy crowds Of islands, that together lie As quietly as spots of sky Among the evening clouds.
Pagina 137 - IT is the first mild day of March : Each minute sweeter than before, The redbreast sings from the tall larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees, and mountains bare And grass in the green field.
Pagina 190 - Her father took another mate ; And Ruth, not seven years old, A slighted child, at her own will Went wandering over dale and hill, In thoughtless freedom, bold.
Pagina 190 - He was a lovely youth ! I guess The panther in the wilderness Was not so fair as he ; And, when he chose to sport and play, No dolphin ever was so gay Upon the tropic sea.
Pagina 18 - The latter part of his life cannot be remembered but with pity and sadness. He languished some years under that depression of mind which enchains the faculties without destroying them, and leaves reason the knowledge of right without the power of pursuing it.
Pagina 254 - I sleep so sound all night, mother, that I shall never wake, If you do not call me loud when the day begins to break; But I must gather knots of flowers, and buds and garlands gay, For I'm to be Queen o...
Pagina 136 - I COME, I come ! ye have called me long, I come o'er the mountains with light and song ! Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth, By the winds which tell of the violet's birth, By the primrose-stars in the shadowy grass, By the green leaves, opening as I pass.