Ainsworth's Magazine, Том 8William Harrison Ainsworth Chapman and Hall, 1845 |
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... brother used always to feast with his retainers ; and people did say that he had seen a sight there which had made him dread to enter it again ; yet I have passed through the vaults and the hall many a time since , without ever ...
... brother used always to feast with his retainers ; and people did say that he had seen a sight there which had made him dread to enter it again ; yet I have passed through the vaults and the hall many a time since , without ever ...
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... brother , the last count , who was cheerfulness itself , full of gay jest and merry happiness , looking lightly and mirthfully upon all indifferent things ; yet not with- out deep reverence and feeling for the essential duties of a ...
... brother , the last count , who was cheerfulness itself , full of gay jest and merry happiness , looking lightly and mirthfully upon all indifferent things ; yet not with- out deep reverence and feeling for the essential duties of a ...
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... brother in the abbey . " " Then they'll pillage the abbey , and you'll be killed , " rejoined his companion , who was determined , it would seem , that the other should not take any false hope to his bosom . " Hark , here they are ...
... brother in the abbey . " " Then they'll pillage the abbey , and you'll be killed , " rejoined his companion , who was determined , it would seem , that the other should not take any false hope to his bosom . " Hark , here they are ...
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... brother's wealth , which he went to cast away with his life a foreign shore . It will come well , Sickendorf , if the Black Huntsman make his promise of war good . - You , sir , take some refreshment , while I go to write the safe ...
... brother's wealth , which he went to cast away with his life a foreign shore . It will come well , Sickendorf , if the Black Huntsman make his promise of war good . - You , sir , take some refreshment , while I go to write the safe ...
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... Brother Coffin , shall I trouble you for a pinch of your snuff ? " DR . LAST , in his Chariot . WITHOUT Occupying our moments on surmises respecting the thera- peutic expedients of either Machaon or Iapis , or whether the patients they ...
... Brother Coffin , shall I trouble you for a pinch of your snuff ? " DR . LAST , in his Chariot . WITHOUT Occupying our moments on surmises respecting the thera- peutic expedients of either Machaon or Iapis , or whether the patients they ...
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Ainsworth's Magazine: A Miscellany of Romance, General Literature, & Art, Том 19 Полный просмотр - 1851 |
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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...
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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.