Bentley's Miscellany, المجلد 101842 |
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... rose from her seat , and clapping her hands together , ex- claimed , ' Rogers the poet ? -You don't say so ? -What ! Rogers the poet in this very house ? Well , I never ! Mr. Brown , my dear , I think we should have a bottle of wine ...
... rose from her seat , and clapping her hands together , ex- claimed , ' Rogers the poet ? -You don't say so ? -What ! Rogers the poet in this very house ? Well , I never ! Mr. Brown , my dear , I think we should have a bottle of wine ...
الصفحة 31
... rose - long while his name Thy synonyme , divine Philanthropy ! Had fallen , like songs of sweetness , on mine ear . For he , regardless of the gilded scenes Which Fashion opens to the highly - born , Regardless , too , of aught that ...
... rose - long while his name Thy synonyme , divine Philanthropy ! Had fallen , like songs of sweetness , on mine ear . For he , regardless of the gilded scenes Which Fashion opens to the highly - born , Regardless , too , of aught that ...
الصفحة 39
... rose , according to the shifting nature of the evi- dence , and when the judge put on his black cap to pronounce sen- tence , he verily thought he had never beheld a more becoming head- dress . It was the evening of the day previous to ...
... rose , according to the shifting nature of the evi- dence , and when the judge put on his black cap to pronounce sen- tence , he verily thought he had never beheld a more becoming head- dress . It was the evening of the day previous to ...
الصفحة 43
... rose to leave the dungeon , arm in arm , much to the surprise of Nicodemus , who was about to follow them , when he was stopped by the heavy hand of the chief Cerberus . ' Where are you going to , my fine fellow THE BARBER OF BEAULIEU . 43.
... rose to leave the dungeon , arm in arm , much to the surprise of Nicodemus , who was about to follow them , when he was stopped by the heavy hand of the chief Cerberus . ' Where are you going to , my fine fellow THE BARBER OF BEAULIEU . 43.
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... rose , saluted us with an air of ceremony , and then asked us , ironically , if we had come to take lodgings at The Boot . ' A short , idiot - looking woman , nursing a squalid child , was seated on the ground , in an attitude by no ...
... rose , saluted us with an air of ceremony , and then asked us , ironically , if we had come to take lodgings at The Boot . ' A short , idiot - looking woman , nursing a squalid child , was seated on the ground , in an attitude by no ...
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الصفحة 36 - Pass!' the old man said; ¡Dark lowers the tempest overhead, The roaring torrent is deep and wide!' And loud that clarion voice replied, Excelsior! ,O stay,' the maiden said, ,and rest Thy weary head upon this breast!
الصفحة 273 - O Woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made, When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou ! — Scarce were the piteous accents said, When, with the Baron's casque, the maid To the nigh streamlet ran.
الصفحة 36 - A traveller, by the faithful hound, Half-buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice That banner with the strange device Excelsior ! There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice fell, like a falling star, Excelsior ! POEMS ON SLAVERY.
الصفحة 36 - The shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior...
الصفحة 36 - Excelsior! ,O stay,' the maiden said, ,and rest Thy weary head upon this breast!' A tear stood in his bright blue eye, But still he answered with a sigh, Excelsior! ,Beware the pine-tree's withered branch! Beware the awful avalanche!
الصفحة 187 - God with all my Heart, with all my Soul, and with all my Strength; and honour the King, and all good Men in Authority under him.
الصفحة 580 - Front, flank, and rear, the squadrons sweep To break the Scottish circle deep That fought around their king. But yet, though thick the shafts as snow, Though charging knights like whirlwinds go, Though billmen ply the ghastly blow, Unbroken was the ring; The stubborn spearmen still made good Their dark impenetrable wood, Each stepping where his comrade stood The instant that he fell. No thought was there of dastard flight; Linked in the serried phalanx tight, Groom fought like noble, squire like...
الصفحة 201 - I SAW thee, Netley, as the sun Across the western wave Was sinking slow, And a golden glow To thy roofless towers he gave ; And the ivy sheen, With its mantle of green, That wrapt thy walls around, Shone lovelily bright, In that glorious light, And I felt 'twas holy ground. Then...
الصفحة 78 - ... I, gentlemen of the jury ; that he wears very fine clothes, much finer clothes than you or I, gentlemen of the jury ; that he has abundance of money in his pocket, much more money than you or I, gentlemen of the jury ; but, gentlemen of the jury, is it not a very hard case.
الصفحة 580 - But yet, though thick the shafts as snow, Though charging knights like whirlwinds go. Though bill-men ply the ghastly blow, Unbroken was the ring; The stubborn spear-men still made good Their dark impenetrable wood, Each stepping where his comrade stood, The instant that he fell. No thought was there of dastard flight; Link'd in the serried phalanx tight, Groom fought like noble, squire like knight, As fearlessly and well; Till utter darkness closed her wing O'er their thin host and wounded King.