The St. James's Magazine, Volum 1W. Kent, 1861 |
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Side 82
... Iris displayed colours in her bow . But what are seven hills for a seat ? I walk over London , and I find her gloriously seated on more than three - times seven . Leigh Hunt first pointed out the fact that in every street in the City ...
... Iris displayed colours in her bow . But what are seven hills for a seat ? I walk over London , and I find her gloriously seated on more than three - times seven . Leigh Hunt first pointed out the fact that in every street in the City ...
Side 275
... Iris had never known enough of amusement to complain of the want of it ; and when Madame le Prince came down stairs dressed to go out , it did not occur to Iris to murmur that she must spend the whole morning alone . I shall be very ...
... Iris had never known enough of amusement to complain of the want of it ; and when Madame le Prince came down stairs dressed to go out , it did not occur to Iris to murmur that she must spend the whole morning alone . I shall be very ...
Side 276
... Iris . " Such an escape as I have had , ” said Madame le Prince , “ should make you careful . Is your own amulet safe ? " " I trust so , " said Iris , and eagerly felt round her neck for a slender chain , at the end of which hung a ...
... Iris . " Such an escape as I have had , ” said Madame le Prince , “ should make you careful . Is your own amulet safe ? " " I trust so , " said Iris , and eagerly felt round her neck for a slender chain , at the end of which hung a ...
Side 277
... Iris , we are again together , " said he , catching her hands in his and covering them with kisses ; " now let them suppose me where they will , while I lead you , beloved cousin , through glade and grove during my own brief liberty ...
... Iris , we are again together , " said he , catching her hands in his and covering them with kisses ; " now let them suppose me where they will , while I lead you , beloved cousin , through glade and grove during my own brief liberty ...
Side 278
... Iris ? " " Oh , yes , " said Iris , turning toward him with a gay smile , " you have never known Paris , as she has , any more than I , —so you can be satisfied with my society . " . " Ay , better than with anything in the whole world ...
... Iris ? " " Oh , yes , " said Iris , turning toward him with a gay smile , " you have never known Paris , as she has , any more than I , —so you can be satisfied with my society . " . " Ay , better than with anything in the whole world ...
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Side 422 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay: Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made: But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Side 63 - creation ' is only another name for our ignorance of the mode of production ; and it has been the unanswered and unanswerable argument of another reasoner that new species must have originated either out of their inorganic...
Side 92 - The right ever vindicates itself, in the process of events, and the sins of the fathers are visited upon the children, even to the third and fourth generations, in their melancholy consequences.
Side 287 - Witty above her sex, but that's not all ; Wise to salvation was good Mistress Hall : Something of Shakespeare was in that ; but this Wholly of Him with whom she's now in bliss.
Side 141 - A clean, fresh, and wellordered house exercises over its inmates a moral no less than a physical influence, and has a direct tendency to make the members of the family sober^ peaceable, and considerate of the feelings and happiness of each other.
Side 314 - As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman, Though she bends him she obeys him, Though she draws him, yet she follows, Useless each without the other...
Side 247 - Farewell, dear Sir, and accept my best wishes. You have always commanded my esteem, and long enjoyed the fruits of a friendship never infringed by one harsh expression on my part during twenty years of familiar talk. Never did I oppose your will, or control your wish; nor can your unmerited severity itself lessen my regard ; but till you have changed your opinion of Mr. Piozzi, let us converse no more. God bless you.
Side 247 - If I interpret your letter right, you are ignominiously married ; if it is yet undone, let us once more talk together. If you have abandoned your children and your religion, God forgive your wickedness ; if you have forfeited your fame and your country, may your folly do no further mischief ! If the last act is yet to do, I who have loved you, esteemed you, reverenced you, and served you, I who long thought you the first of womankind, entreat that, before your fate is irrevocable, I may once more...
Side 287 - Shakespeare, Drayton and Ben Jonson had a merry meeting, and, it seems, drank too hard ; for Shakespeare died of a fever there contracted.
Side 247 - I am forced to desire the conclusion of • correspondence which I can bear to continue no longer. The birth of my second husband is not meaner than that of my first ; his sentiments are not meaner ; his profession is not meaner, and his superiority in what he professes acknowledged by all mankind. It is want of fortune...