Bentley's Miscellany, المجلد 101842 |
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الصفحة 37
... Nature , who in all things studies a certain fitness and proportion of means to ends , would never have dreamt of lodging any particularly good qualities of head or heart in such an uncouth tenement . To have vested either genius or ...
... Nature , who in all things studies a certain fitness and proportion of means to ends , would never have dreamt of lodging any particularly good qualities of head or heart in such an uncouth tenement . To have vested either genius or ...
الصفحة 39
... 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 the execution . Nico- demus sat ...
... 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 the execution . Nico- demus sat ...
الصفحة 40
... natural product of the human chin . Never before had he come in contact with such a beard . But then , the cus- tomer was Jack Ketch , —at least , he thought so , and it would not do to disoblige a man of his functions in the state ...
... natural product of the human chin . Never before had he come in contact with such a beard . But then , the cus- tomer was Jack Ketch , —at least , he thought so , and it would not do to disoblige a man of his functions in the state ...
الصفحة 42
... natural position , and his face became radiant with smiles . ' But let us cut the matter short , for the hour wears late , ' continued his visitor . It does indeed ! ' groaned Nicodemus , his thoughts reverting to Newgate , and the ...
... natural position , and his face became radiant with smiles . ' But let us cut the matter short , for the hour wears late , ' continued his visitor . It does indeed ! ' groaned Nicodemus , his thoughts reverting to Newgate , and the ...
الصفحة 45
... natural idea , his conscience twitted him with his own appetite for such exhibitions . Of course he could not deny it ; and the inward monster growing more violent the more he was listened to , at last suggested that the present ...
... natural idea , his conscience twitted him with his own appetite for such exhibitions . Of course he could not deny it ; and the inward monster growing more violent the more he was listened to , at last suggested that the present ...
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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.