Ainsworth's Magazine, Том 8William Harrison Ainsworth Chapman and Hall, 1845 |
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... scarcely able to persuade himself that he did not hear tongues speaking ; but as he stopped , the sound ceased , and again he proceeded on his way . The square - cut stones forming the shaft in which the staircase turned , with the ...
... scarcely able to persuade himself that he did not hear tongues speaking ; but as he stopped , the sound ceased , and again he proceeded on his way . The square - cut stones forming the shaft in which the staircase turned , with the ...
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... scarcely be distinguished through the deep stains and mildew that covered them . Here frowned the figure of a warrior in black marble - there lay another hewn in plain stone . Here stood a pile of coffins , with the velvet which once ...
... scarcely be distinguished through the deep stains and mildew that covered them . Here frowned the figure of a warrior in black marble - there lay another hewn in plain stone . Here stood a pile of coffins , with the velvet which once ...
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... scarcely dared to raise their eyes ; and when one of them did so , he saw the strange leader of that dark array shaking his gauntlet at him with a menacing gesture . In a few seconds all were gone , and the two peasants stood trembling ...
... scarcely dared to raise their eyes ; and when one of them did so , he saw the strange leader of that dark array shaking his gauntlet at him with a menacing gesture . In a few seconds all were gone , and the two peasants stood trembling ...
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... scarcely to be heard , and we met Werner and Wettstein in the wood , who told us that it was the Black Huntsman . " 66 Ay , ay , " exclaimed the count , moodily ; " doubtless the Black Huntsman ! There is never a cry of hounds across ...
... scarcely to be heard , and we met Werner and Wettstein in the wood , who told us that it was the Black Huntsman . " 66 Ay , ay , " exclaimed the count , moodily ; " doubtless the Black Huntsman ! There is never a cry of hounds across ...
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... Scarcely had he completed his arrangements , when a cry of " Make room , make room , true believers ! " rung through the bezestein , and a lady , riding on a mule , and surrounded by about forty blacks with naked sabres , entered the ...
... Scarcely had he completed his arrangements , when a cry of " Make room , make room , true believers ! " rung through the bezestein , and a lady , riding on a mule , and surrounded by about forty blacks with naked sabres , entered the ...
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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.