The Magazine of the beau monde; or, Monthly journal of fashion [afterw.] The Nouveau beau monde; or Magazine of fashion1831 |
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... heard the complaint of the Lady Eleanor , he blushed , for he was too sincere not to feel embarrassed - he knew not how to de- fend himself - he feared to offend this amiable tribunal ; not being aware that his was one of those causes ...
... heard the complaint of the Lady Eleanor , he blushed , for he was too sincere not to feel embarrassed - he knew not how to de- fend himself - he feared to offend this amiable tribunal ; not being aware that his was one of those causes ...
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... heard by the farthest spectator - both fell ; but the Northman was undermost , and lay without motion , and for a few moments , without breath . Edmund startedup from him , and caught the sword , which at the commencement of the ...
... heard by the farthest spectator - both fell ; but the Northman was undermost , and lay without motion , and for a few moments , without breath . Edmund startedup from him , and caught the sword , which at the commencement of the ...
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... heard Dame Morris say that is all you require . Kiss me , mother , and I will go to work " " Go , my son , " said the enfeebled mother , " for I have not bread to give you . " The gardener compassionating the distress of mo- ther and ...
... heard Dame Morris say that is all you require . Kiss me , mother , and I will go to work " " Go , my son , " said the enfeebled mother , " for I have not bread to give you . " The gardener compassionating the distress of mo- ther and ...
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... heard : - Behold , he comes ! in pestilence , in flames , In war , in ruin , and in deeds abhorr'd . He comes the world is quiv'ring at his name , He comes with millions prostrate at his feet , All yield to him : the mighty sons of Fame ...
... heard : - Behold , he comes ! in pestilence , in flames , In war , in ruin , and in deeds abhorr'd . He comes the world is quiv'ring at his name , He comes with millions prostrate at his feet , All yield to him : the mighty sons of Fame ...
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... heard : - Behold , he comes ! in pestilence , in flames , In war , in ruin , and in deeds abhorr'd . He comes ! the world is quiv'ring at his name , He comes with millions prostrate at his feet , All yield to him : the mighty sons of ...
... heard : - Behold , he comes ! in pestilence , in flames , In war , in ruin , and in deeds abhorr'd . He comes ! the world is quiv'ring at his name , He comes with millions prostrate at his feet , All yield to him : the mighty sons of ...
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The Magazine of the beau monde; or, Monthly journal of fashion ..., Объемы 4-5 Полный просмотр - 1834 |
The Magazine of the beau monde; or, Monthly journal of fashion [afterw.] The ... Полный просмотр - 1842 |
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Стр. 3 - That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn...
Стр. 3 - I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
Стр. 3 - Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these. I bind the Sun's throne with a burning zone And the Moon's with a girdle of pearl ; The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim, When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl. From cape to cape, with a bridge-like shape, Over a torrent sea, Sunbeam proof, I hang like a roof, The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the powers of the air are chained...
Стр. 102 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...
Стр. 3 - Over earth and ocean with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea...
Стр. 83 - This grove is wild with tangling underwood, And the trim walks are broken up, and grass, Thin grass and king-cups grow within the paths. But never elsewhere in one place I knew So many nightingales; and far and near, In wood and thicket, over the wide grove, They answer and provoke each other's song, With skirmish and capricious passagings, And murmurs musical and swift jug jug, And one low piping sound more sweet than all...
Стр. 3 - May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these.
Стр. 3 - Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream, The Spirit he loves remains; And I all the while bask in Heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains. The sanguine Sunrise, with his meteor eyes, And his burning plumes outspread...
Стр. 137 - There is none In all this cold and hollow world, no fount Of deep, strong, deathless love, save that within A mother's heart.
Стр. 131 - Ah ! fleeter far than fleetest storm or steed, Or the death they bear, The heart which tender thought clothes like a dove With the wings of care ; In the battle, in the darkness, in the need, Shall mine cling to thee, Nor claim one smile for all the comfort, love, It may bring to thee.