Hood's Magazine and Comic Miscellany, Volume 2

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H. Hurst, 1844
 

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Página 46 - tis that you blow not: Mind, the shut pink mouth opens never! For while it pouts, her fingers wrestle, Twinkling the audacious leaves between, Till round they turn and down they nestle — Is not the dear mark still to be seen? VI. Where I find her not, beauties vanish; Whither I follow her, beauties flee; Is there no method to tell her in Spanish June's twice June since she breathed it with me?
Página 45 - This flower she stopped at, finger on lip, Stooped over, in doubt, as settling its claim ; Till she gave me, with pride to make no slip, Its soft meandering Spanish name : What a name ! Was it love or praise ? Speech half-asleep or song half-awake ? I must learn Spanish, one of these days, Only for that slow, sweet name's sake.
Página 321 - DOST thou, in the name of this child, renounce the devil and all his works, the vain pomp and glory of the world, with all covetous desires of the same, and the carnal desires of the flesh, so that thou wilt not follow nor be led by them ? Answ. I renounce them all.
Página 299 - Then there were sighs, the deeper for suppression, And stolen glances, sweeter for the theft, And burning blushes, though for no transgression, Tremblings when met, and restlessness when left...
Página 419 - A spade ! a rake ! a hoe ! A pickaxe, or a bill ! A hook to reap, or a scythe to mow, A flail, or what you will...
Página 45 - s the garden she walked across. Arm in my arm, such a short while since: Hark, now I push its wicket, the moss Hinders the hinges and makes them wince ! She must have reached this shrub ere she turned. As back with that murmur the wicket swung ; For she laid the poor snail, my chance foot spurned. To feed and forget it the leaves among.
Página 309 - He made darkness his secret place ; his pavilion round about him were dark waters and thick clouds of the skies.
Página 85 - Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the Zephyr blows, While, proudly riding o'er the azure realm, In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes, Youth at the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway. That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Página 77 - ... inner door flung wide, Lightly, as up a ball-room. Her footsteps seemed to glide — There might be good thoughts in her For all her evil pride. But after her a Woman...
Página 2 - And note, that there shall be for every Male child to be baptized two Godfathers and one Godmother; and for every Female, one Godfather and two Godmothers.

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