Bentley's Miscellany, àÅèÁ·Õè 39Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith Richard Bentley, 1856 |
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... miss , less perhaps for cessation of intercourse than for the con- sciousness that the last link is broken of the chain which united the literature of the present century with that of the past . Samuel Rogers , the Nestor of poets , and ...
... miss , less perhaps for cessation of intercourse than for the con- sciousness that the last link is broken of the chain which united the literature of the present century with that of the past . Samuel Rogers , the Nestor of poets , and ...
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... Miss Ferrier , and Adam Ferguson , connected , too , with Walter Scott - Lord Robertson , the convivial judge - Lord Rutherford , his acute compeer - Miss Mitford , and strong - hearted Currer Bell - Colburn , the godfather to half the ...
... Miss Ferrier , and Adam Ferguson , connected , too , with Walter Scott - Lord Robertson , the convivial judge - Lord Rutherford , his acute compeer - Miss Mitford , and strong - hearted Currer Bell - Colburn , the godfather to half the ...
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... miss her . I must speak to that Spanish lady . " " But I entreat your honour to hear me first . " " Out of my way , sir ! " 66 Ay , out of the way , huge porpoise ! " a youthful voice ex- claimed behind him . Glancing over his shoulder ...
... miss her . I must speak to that Spanish lady . " " But I entreat your honour to hear me first . " " Out of my way , sir ! " 66 Ay , out of the way , huge porpoise ! " a youthful voice ex- claimed behind him . Glancing over his shoulder ...
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... Miss Poynings ? " " Not the lady you brought here , you may depend , sir , " Fairlie rejoined . " By Heaven ! I thought not , " Gage cried , reflecting how VOL . XXXIX . tenderly his hand had been squeezed by the second señora THE ...
... Miss Poynings ? " " Not the lady you brought here , you may depend , sir , " Fairlie rejoined . " By Heaven ! I thought not , " Gage cried , reflecting how VOL . XXXIX . tenderly his hand had been squeezed by the second señora THE ...
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... Miss Poynings . " " This way , " the page replied , -muttering as he plunged into the crowd , followed by Monthermer . " If we can only keep him in this humour for an hour , he is won . " some FALSEHOODS AND REALITIES OF THE WAR ...
... Miss Poynings . " " This way , " the page replied , -muttering as he plunged into the crowd , followed by Monthermer . " If we can only keep him in this humour for an hour , he is won . " some FALSEHOODS AND REALITIES OF THE WAR ...
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Bentley's Miscellany, àÅèÁ·Õè 7 Charles Dickens,William Harrison Ainsworth,Albert Smith ÁØÁÁͧ·Ñé§àÅèÁ - 1840 |
Bentley's Miscellany, àÅèÁ·Õè 8 Charles Dickens,William Harrison Ainsworth,Albert Smith ÁØÁÁͧ·Ñé§àÅèÁ - 1840 |
Bentley's Miscellany, àÅèÁ·Õè 34 Charles Dickens,William Harrison Ainsworth,Albert Smith ÁØÁÁͧ·Ñé§àÅèÁ - 1853 |
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˹éÒ 76 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
˹éÒ 577 - The City's voice itself is soft like Solitude's. I see the Deep's untrampled floor With green and purple sea-weeds strown; I see the waves upon the shore, Like light dissolved in star-showers, thrown; I sit upon the sands alone — The lightning of the noon-tide ocean Is flashing round me, and a tone Arises from its measured motion, How sweet! did any heart now share in my emotion.
˹éÒ 153 - For physic and farces his equal there scarce is— His farces are physic, his physic a farce is.
˹éÒ 65 - Oh, our manhood's prime vigour ! no spirit feels waste, Not a muscle is stopped in its playing, nor sinew unbraced. Oh, the wild joys of living! the leaping from rock up to rock — The strong rending of boughs from the fir-tree, — the cool silver shock Of the plunge in a pool's living water, — the hunt of the bear, And the sultriness showing the lion is couched in his lair. And the meal — the rich dates — yellowed over with gold dust divine, And the...
˹éÒ 635 - His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes; And while he heaven and earth defied Changed his hand, and checked his pride. He chose a mournful Muse Soft pity to infuse : He sung Darius great and good, By too severe a fate Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen, Fallen from his high estate, And weltering in his blood...
˹éÒ 68 - No, indeed ! for God above Is great to grant, as mighty to make, And creates the love to reward the love, — I claim you still, for my own love's sake ! Delayed it may be for more lives yet, Thro' worlds I shall traverse, not a few — Much is to learn and much to forget Ere the time be come for taking you.
˹éÒ 251 - I read, before my eyelids dropt their shade, 'The Legend of Good Women,' long ago Sung by the morning star of song, who made His music heard below; Dan Chaucer, the first warbler, whose sweet breath Preluded those melodious bursts that fill The spacious times of great Elizabeth With sounds that echo still. And, for a while, the knowledge of his art Held me above the subject, as strong gales Hold swollen clouds from raining, tho' my heart, Brimful of those wild tales, Charged both mine eyes with tears.
˹éÒ 65 - And I first played the tune all our sheep know, as, one after one, So docile they come to the pen-door till folding be done. They are white and untorn by the bushes, for lo, they have fed Where the long grasses stifle the water within the stream's bed; And now one after one seeks its lodging, as star follows star Into eve and the blue far above us, - so blue and so far!
˹éÒ 316 - And thou, too, whosoe'er thou art, That readest this brief psalm, As one by one thy hopes depart Be resolute and calm. O fear not in a world like this, And thou shalt know ere long, Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be strong.
˹éÒ 255 - I TAKE unceasing delight in Chaucer. His manly cheerfulness is especially delicious to me in my old age.* How exquisitely tender he is, and yet how perfectly free from the least touch of sickly melancholy or morbid drooping...