Ainsworth's Magazine, Том 8William Harrison Ainsworth Chapman and Hall, 1845 |
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... believe me when I say so -I do trust that she does not love me ; for I would not for my right hand that she should ever know the bitterness of such hopeless passion . " " But why hopeless ? " demanded the priest , and paused for an ...
... believe me when I say so -I do trust that she does not love me ; for I would not for my right hand that she should ever know the bitterness of such hopeless passion . " " But why hopeless ? " demanded the priest , and paused for an ...
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... believe ?? " Nay , not so , " exclaimed the priest , quickly ; " you had your little store of wealth when you fell to my charge , Ferdinand . I have doled it out as I thought best in your nurture and educa- tion ; but I have still some ...
... believe ?? " Nay , not so , " exclaimed the priest , quickly ; " you had your little store of wealth when you fell to my charge , Ferdinand . I have doled it out as I thought best in your nurture and educa- tion ; but I have still some ...
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... believe . I trust that you may pass back as unmolested as we came . " " I fear not , Ferdinand , " answered Father George : " and what is more , you must also shake off all apprehensions ; for in order to win her you love , you may have ...
... believe . I trust that you may pass back as unmolested as we came . " " I fear not , Ferdinand , " answered Father George : " and what is more , you must also shake off all apprehensions ; for in order to win her you love , you may have ...
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... believe the peasants , it is the Black Huntsman . They are in league with the robbers of my deer and boars . The swine - fed rascals have their share , no doubt . " " But , my lord count , " replied one of the soldiers who had ...
... believe the peasants , it is the Black Huntsman . They are in league with the robbers of my deer and boars . The swine - fed rascals have their share , no doubt . " " But , my lord count , " replied one of the soldiers who had ...
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... believe this story of the Wild Huntsman , Ferdinand ? " 66 Nay , my lord , I know not what to think , " replied the youth . " The men seemed so frightened themselves , and spoke so naturally , that I could not doubt that they believed ...
... believe this story of the Wild Huntsman , Ferdinand ? " 66 Nay , my lord , I know not what to think , " replied the youth . " The men seemed so frightened themselves , and spoke so naturally , that I could not doubt that they believed ...
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Ainsworth's Magazine: A Miscellany of Romance, General Literature, & Art, Том 19 Полный просмотр - 1851 |
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Стр. 402 - Behold the land of the Chaldeans; this people was not, till the Assyrian founded it for them that dwell in the wilderness: they set up the towers thereof, they raised up the palaces thereof; and he brought it to ruin.
Стр. 97 - KNOW ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime...
Стр. 309 - Who was her father? Who was her mother? Had she a sister? Had she a brother? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet, than all other?
Стр. 469 - And the building of the wall of it was of jasper: and the city was pure gold, like unto clear glass.
Стр. 400 - Twas a fair scene — a land more bright Never did mortal eye behold ! Who could have thought, that saw this night Those valleys and their fruits of gold Basking in heaven's serenest light ; — Those groups of lovely date-trees bending Languidly their leaf-crown'd heads, Like youthful maids, when sleep descending Warns them to their silken beds...
Стр. 469 - In the midst of the street of it, and on either side of the river, was there the tree of life, which bare twelve manner of fruits, and yielded her fruit every month: and the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations.
Стр. 97 - For herein may be seen noble chivalry, courtesy, humanity, friendliness, hardiness, love, friendship, cowardice, murder, hate, virtue, and sin. Do after the good and leave the evil, and it shall bring you to good fame and renown.
Стр. 468 - Youths which shall continue in their bloom for ever, shall go round about to attend them, with goblets, and beakers, and a cup of flowing wine : their heads shall not ache by drinking the same, neither shall their reason be disturbed : and with fruits of the sorts which they shall choose, and the flesh of birds of the kind which they shall desire. And there shall accompany them fair damsels having large black eyes ; resembling pearls hidden in their shells : as a reward for that which they shall...
Стр. 330 - So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted ; But yet a union in partition, Two lovely berries moulded on one stem : So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart; Two of the first, like coats in heraldry, Due but to one, and crowned with one crest.
Стр. 131 - Cold on Canadian hills, or Minden's plain, Perhaps that parent wept her soldier slain — Bent o'er her babe, her eye dissolved in dew ; The big drops mingling with the milk he drew, Gave the sad presage of his future years, The child of misery, baptized in tears.