The New Monthly Belle Assemblée, Volum 35Joseph Rogerson |
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... speak , yet her heart was full , for he felt it throbbing . Once she stopped , and looked up as if with intent to express her gratitude ; but her utterance died away , and her eyes fell again , and she walked on droopingly and silent as ...
... speak , yet her heart was full , for he felt it throbbing . Once she stopped , and looked up as if with intent to express her gratitude ; but her utterance died away , and her eyes fell again , and she walked on droopingly and silent as ...
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... speaking so peart down there on the door - step ? " said the wife , turning sharply round . " Timothy , what's come over you ? What right have you to be putting in your word when I'm a - talking ? Mind the baby , will you ? and keep him ...
... speaking so peart down there on the door - step ? " said the wife , turning sharply round . " Timothy , what's come over you ? What right have you to be putting in your word when I'm a - talking ? Mind the baby , will you ? and keep him ...
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... speak with increasing eloquence , shine with increasing light . Whatever was true once , is more true , true to higher and more extended faculties , as we advance . The world's teachers remain the same from age to age ; the same stars ...
... speak with increasing eloquence , shine with increasing light . Whatever was true once , is more true , true to higher and more extended faculties , as we advance . The world's teachers remain the same from age to age ; the same stars ...
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... speaking of your nephew . Ger . My nephew - a fool ! a coward the slave of his wife and the victim of her unbounded vanity . [ Angrily . Dor . Not so warın , my dear friend . Ger . Pshaw ! Your coolness puts me in a fever . Dor . I speak ...
... speaking of your nephew . Ger . My nephew - a fool ! a coward the slave of his wife and the victim of her unbounded vanity . [ Angrily . Dor . Not so warın , my dear friend . Ger . Pshaw ! Your coolness puts me in a fever . Dor . I speak ...
Side 20
... speak to your uncle for you , and will do all in my power to make you happy . Ang . O sir , I shall love you so ... speak . Ger . Come here . [ Takes Angelica by the hand , and leads her to the middle of the stage - then turns laughing ...
... speak to your uncle for you , and will do all in my power to make you happy . Ang . O sir , I shall love you so ... speak . Ger . Come here . [ Takes Angelica by the hand , and leads her to the middle of the stage - then turns laughing ...
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Side 51 - They stole little Bridget For seven years long ; "When she 'came down again Her friends were all gone. They took her lightly back Between the night and morrow, They thought that she was fast asleep, But she was dead with sorrow.
Side 288 - LOVING in truth, and fain in verse my love to show, That she, dear she, might take some pleasure of my pain,— Pleasure might cause her read, reading might make her know, Knowledge might pity win, and pity grace obtain, — I sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe, Studying inventions fine, her wits to entertain, Oft turning others' leaves, to see if thence would flow Some fresh and fruitful showers upon my sunburnt brain.
Side 52 - When she 'came down again Her friends were all gone. They took her lightly back Between the night and morrow, They thought that she was fast asleep, But she was dead with sorrow. They have kept her ever since Deep within the lakes, On a bed of flag-leaves, Watching till she wakes.
Side 311 - When Nature was shaping him, clay was not granted For making so full-sized a man as she wanted, So, to fill out her model, a little she spared From some finer-grained stuff for a woman prepared, And she could not have hit a more excellent plan For making him fully and perfectly man.
Side 52 - He shall find their sharpest thorns In his bed at night. Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men ; Wee folk, good folk, Trooping all together; Green jacket, red cap, And white owl's feather!
Side 180 - Her court was pure; her life serene; God gave her peace; her land reposed; A thousand claims to reverence closed In her as Mother, Wife, and Queen...
Side 74 - Tis good to be off with the old love Before you are on with the new 1" The party which sat down to dinner at Hazlehnrst Grange on that day was a very seleet one.
Side 311 - Tis as if a rough oak that for ages had stood, With his gnarled bony branches like ribs of the wood. Should bloom, after cycles of struggle and scathe, With a single anemone trembly and rathe ; His strength is so tender, his...
Side 309 - I pray you Master Lieutenant, see me safe up, and for my coming down let me shift for myself.
Side 286 - O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword; The expectancy and rose of the fair state, The glass of fashion and the mould of form, The observed of all observers, quite, quite down!