Blackwood's Magazine, Volume 46W. Blackwood, 1839 |
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... feel- ing an uncommon coolness - say , ra- ther , a decided chill - in his upper story , he put his hand to his forehead , when , to his inexpressible astonish- ment , he discovered that he was minus hat and wig . How was this ? Was ...
... feel- ing an uncommon coolness - say , ra- ther , a decided chill - in his upper story , he put his hand to his forehead , when , to his inexpressible astonish- ment , he discovered that he was minus hat and wig . How was this ? Was ...
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... feel as if I had been very much longer away from Eng- land . " " Well , I'm no philosopher , but I suppose the latter feeling comes over you when thinking of a certain per- son , " observed Miss Byrne , who from a chance acquaintance ...
... feel as if I had been very much longer away from Eng- land . " " Well , I'm no philosopher , but I suppose the latter feeling comes over you when thinking of a certain per- son , " observed Miss Byrne , who from a chance acquaintance ...
Página 58
... feel that I am changed , or else how could I have seen and heard , so calmly as I often have done , things which at first shocked me ? " " Why , my dear friend , if we could make all the people do exactly as we wished , there's no doubt ...
... feel that I am changed , or else how could I have seen and heard , so calmly as I often have done , things which at first shocked me ? " " Why , my dear friend , if we could make all the people do exactly as we wished , there's no doubt ...
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... feel inclined for a little music this morning , and then you may go into the salon and wait till I come , " and she left the room laughing . " Twenty thousand English livres sterling ! Cela en veut bien la peine ! " muttered the Comte ...
... feel inclined for a little music this morning , and then you may go into the salon and wait till I come , " and she left the room laughing . " Twenty thousand English livres sterling ! Cela en veut bien la peine ! " muttered the Comte ...
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... feel greatly obliged to you for your friendly warning . " 39 " Hush ! " exclaimed the Comtesse , " that is his voice ! He is angry at something , I know by his tone . Let us talk of something else - anything ! You said you were going to ...
... feel greatly obliged to you for your friendly warning . " 39 " Hush ! " exclaimed the Comtesse , " that is his voice ! He is angry at something , I know by his tone . Let us talk of something else - anything ! You said you were going to ...
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Página 261 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail bounteous May that dost inspire Mirth and youth, and warm desire; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Página 262 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Página 377 - OFT, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me ; The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimm'd and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus, in the stilly night...
Página 264 - Let hini on wt me ! By oppression's woes and pains ! By your sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free...
Página 262 - Wilt thou be gone ? it is not yet near day : It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear ; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree : Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
Página 266 - O pale, pale now, those rosy lips, I aft hae kiss'd sae fondly ! And closed for aye the sparkling glance That dwelt on me sae kindly : And mouldering now in silent dust That heart that lo'ed me dearly ! But still within my bosom's core Shall live my Highland Mary.
Página 377 - Fame on thy slumbers, Till touch'd by some hand less unworthy than mine ; If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone ; I was but as the wind, passing heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetness I wak'd was thy own.
Página 304 - Saying, What shall we do to these men ? for that indeed a notable miracle hath been done by them, is manifest to all them that dwell in Jerusalem ; and we cannot deny it.