The Bristol magazine and West of England monthly review, Band 1Simpkin Marshall & Company, 1857 |
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... hour is just eleven ! This is no time to see her even if I knew where to find her . Rue du Roi . ' I wonder how many King Streets there are in London ! " -- After something like this train of reflection - half thought and half soliloquy ...
... hour is just eleven ! This is no time to see her even if I knew where to find her . Rue du Roi . ' I wonder how many King Streets there are in London ! " -- After something like this train of reflection - half thought and half soliloquy ...
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... hour or two have doubled or trebled the garrison of Paris . Let the ruling power act as it may , now ; provided order and quiet are maintained in the streets , none ask for more ; the Stock Exchange may gamble , ruin , and cheat ; the ...
... hour or two have doubled or trebled the garrison of Paris . Let the ruling power act as it may , now ; provided order and quiet are maintained in the streets , none ask for more ; the Stock Exchange may gamble , ruin , and cheat ; the ...
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... hour all efforts were vainly used to recal him to life ; when at last he opened his eyes , they fell on his old aunt , affectionately leaning over the couch on which he had been laid ; the young lad turned to her with a faint smile ...
... hour all efforts were vainly used to recal him to life ; when at last he opened his eyes , they fell on his old aunt , affectionately leaning over the couch on which he had been laid ; the young lad turned to her with a faint smile ...
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... hour of mute discouragement , and tearful despair , imagine a Béranger reminding England in noble and pathetic strains of the days when Philip's pope - blessed Armada melted as wax before the burning glance of her heroic children ; of ...
... hour of mute discouragement , and tearful despair , imagine a Béranger reminding England in noble and pathetic strains of the days when Philip's pope - blessed Armada melted as wax before the burning glance of her heroic children ; of ...
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... hour after hour at the theatre or the ball - room , over the bottle , the card - table , or the cigar , not only regarding the fine old family library as rubbish , but too indolent almost to look at the last new volume which has issued ...
... hour after hour at the theatre or the ball - room , over the bottle , the card - table , or the cigar , not only regarding the fine old family library as rubbish , but too indolent almost to look at the last new volume which has issued ...
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Seite 466 - And so she sings her fill. Singing most joyfully, Till the spindle drops from her hand, And the whizzing wheel stands still. She steals to the window, and looks at the sand, And over the sand at the sea; And her eyes are set in a stare...
Seite 466 - For the priest and the bell, and the holy well; For the wheel where I spun, And the blessed light of the sun!
Seite 466 - And so she sings her fill, Singing most joyfully, Till the shuttle falls from her hand, And the whizzing wheel stands still. She steals to the window, and looks at the sand; And over the sand at the sea; And her eyes are set in a stare; And anon there breaks a sigh, And anon there drops a tear, From a sorrow-clouded eye, And a heart sorrow-laden, A long, long sigh, For the cold strange eyes of a little Mermaiden, And the gleam of her golden hair. Come away, away children. Come children, come down....
Seite 467 - And then they land, and thou art seen no more ! — Maidens, who from the distant hamlets come To dance around the Fyfield elm in May, Oft through the darkening fields have seen thee roam, Or cross a stile into the public way. Oft thou hast given them store Of flowers — the frail-leaf 'd, white anemone, Dark bluebells drench'd with dews of summer eves, And purple orchises with spotted leaves — But none hath words she can report of thee.
Seite 112 - No freeman shall be taken, or imprisoned, or be disseised of his freehold, or liberties, or free customs, or be outlawed or exiled, or any otherwise destroyed ; nor will we pass upon him, nor condemn him, but by lawful judgment of his peers, or by the law of the land.
Seite 315 - And Jacob vowed a vow, saying, If God will be with me, and will keep me in this way that I go, and will give me bread to eat, and raiment to put on, So that I come again to my father's house in peace ; then shall the Lord be my God : and this stone, which I have set for a pillar, shall be God's house : and of all that thou shalt give me, I will surely give the tenth unto thee.
Seite 528 - You say you are a better soldier; Let it appear so; make your vaunting true, And it shall please me well. For mine own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men. Cas. You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus; I said an elder soldier, not a better. Did I say better?
Seite 466 - Margaret, hist! come quick, we are here! Dear heart," I said, "we are long alone; The sea grows stormy, the little ones moan.
Seite 166 - For the canon law, which the common law follows in this case, deems so highly and with such mysterious reverence of the nuptial tie, that it will not allow it to be unloosed for any cause whatsoever, that arises after the union is made.
Seite 231 - Each person instinctively secured his own hold, and, with his eyes fixed upon the masts, awaited in breathless anxiety the moment of concussion. It soon arrived : the brig, cutting her way through the light ice, came in violent contact with the main body. In an instant we all lost our footing, the masts bent with the impetus, and the cracking timbers from below bespoke a pressure which was calculated to awaken our serious apprehensions.