Bentley's Miscellany, المجلد 45Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith Richard Bentley, 1859 |
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... turned out a sham : the wind- bag collapsed on the very first pressure , and to men who understood the dignity no less than the real interests of the country was left the task of repairing the lamentable errors of their predecessors ...
... turned out a sham : the wind- bag collapsed on the very first pressure , and to men who understood the dignity no less than the real interests of the country was left the task of repairing the lamentable errors of their predecessors ...
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... turned on gloomy subjects , which grew of darker aspect the further the winter season advanced . One evening in November last , it was on Tuesday , the 2nd , the anniver- sary of the festival of All Souls , John Bunting had gone home to ...
... turned on gloomy subjects , which grew of darker aspect the further the winter season advanced . One evening in November last , it was on Tuesday , the 2nd , the anniver- sary of the festival of All Souls , John Bunting had gone home to ...
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... turned swiftly round , and rushed to- wards the haunts of men . Quick as lightning he closed the several doors of the cellar , and , in a few minutes afterwards , he was ringing at the bell - after trying half a dozen , one above the ...
... turned swiftly round , and rushed to- wards the haunts of men . Quick as lightning he closed the several doors of the cellar , and , in a few minutes afterwards , he was ringing at the bell - after trying half a dozen , one above the ...
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... turned , and a servant handed him a note on a salver . He wondered who could be writing to him there , and then . But when he looked at the superscription , he saw it was from Mrs. Dawkes . " How can she have known you were here ...
... turned , and a servant handed him a note on a salver . He wondered who could be writing to him there , and then . But when he looked at the superscription , he saw it was from Mrs. Dawkes . " How can she have known you were here ...
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... turned as white as ashes ; his lips were ghastly and tremulous ; as they strove to say it was not away from it , so far as he knew . That look alone would be sufficient to prove his guilt . I said no more : I only gazed steadily at him ...
... turned as white as ashes ; his lips were ghastly and tremulous ; as they strove to say it was not away from it , so far as he knew . That look alone would be sufficient to prove his guilt . I said no more : I only gazed steadily at him ...
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admiration Annabel appeared asked Barnard Jones Beaumanoir beautiful Blanche Brightman called captain Carlyon Celadon Charles child Clavering colonel cried D'Urfé Dash Dawkes dear death dinner door DUDLEY COSTELLO Emmanuel Philibert English eyes face father favour feeling fire France French gentleman give hand Hatch head heard heart honour hope Houdin hour House of Rothschild Italy John Bunting Kage king knew Lady Level Lady Morgan Lady Tunstall laughed Leah Leila Lennard letter live looked Lord Lord Palmerston marriage married mind Miranda Miss Monsieur Perrotin Montebello Montefiore Moriscoes morning never night once Paris passed Perrotin Piedmont Plât Ploërmel poor present Rachel Ravensworth replied returned round Sir Edmund smile soon Strange Sydney Tahiti tell thing thought tion told took turned wife woman words young
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الصفحة 239 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
الصفحة 250 - Thy thoughts and feelings shall not die, Nor leave thee, when grey hairs are nigh A melancholy slave; But an old age serene and bright, And lovely as a Lapland night, Shall lead thee to thy grave.
الصفحة 584 - Dear Babe, that sleepest cradled by my side, Whose gentle breathings, heard in this deep calm, Fill up the interspersed vacancies And momentary pauses of the thought ! My babe so beautiful ! it thrills my heart With tender gladness, thus to look at thee...
الصفحة 485 - Late political events have convinced me, that the whole transaction was intended as a blind to the protestant and high church party ; that the noble duke, who had, for some time previous to that period, determined upon " breaking in upon the constitution of 1688," might the more effectually, under the cloak of some outward show of zeal for the Protestant religion, carry on his insidious designs, for the infringement of our liberties, and the introduction of popery into every department of the state.
الصفحة 585 - Full fain it would delay me! My dear babe, Who, capable of no articulate sound, Mars all things with his imitative lisp,— How he would place his hand beside his ear, His little hand, the small forefinger up, And bid us listen ! And I deem it wise To make him nature's playmate. He knows well The evening star; and once, when he awoke In most distressful mood, (some inward pain Had made up that strange thing, an infant's dream...
الصفحة 583 - OFT o'er my brain does that strange fancy roll Which makes the present (while the flash doth last) Seem a mere semblance of some unknown past Mixed with such feelings, as perplex the soul Self-questioned in her sleep ; and some have said We lived, ere yet this robe of flesh we wore.
الصفحة 252 - Life ! we've been long together Through pleasant and through cloudy weather; 'Tis hard. to part when friends are dear — Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear; — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time; Say not Good Night, — but in some brighter clime Bid me Good Morning.
الصفحة 586 - I thought of times when Pain might be thy guest, Lord of thy house and hospitality; And Grief, uneasy lover ! never rest But when she sate within the touch of thee.
الصفحة 345 - But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd Than that which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.
الصفحة 254 - Couldst thou go back into far-distant years, Or share with me, fond thought ! that inward eye, Then, and then only, Painter ! could thy Art The visual powers of Nature satisfy, Which hold, whate'er to common sight appears, Their sovereign empire in a faithful heart.