The Ladies' PageantEdward Verrall Lucas Macmillan, 1908 - 371 Seiten A collection of extracts concerning women. |
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... yet she is a Pope . A Female Pope you'l say ; a second Joan ? No , sure ; she is Pope Innocent , or none . " : - Thomas Fuller Mistress Margaret Hussey ERRY Margaret MERRY As midsummer flower , 5 The Buds : LITTLE MISS POPE.
... yet she is a Pope . A Female Pope you'l say ; a second Joan ? No , sure ; she is Pope Innocent , or none . " : - Thomas Fuller Mistress Margaret Hussey ERRY Margaret MERRY As midsummer flower , 5 The Buds : LITTLE MISS POPE.
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... sure ; but he resisted Satan though he had boils and many many other mis- fortunes which I have escaped . . . . I am now going to tell you the horible and wretched plaege ( plague ) that my multiplication gives me you can't conceive it ...
... sure ; but he resisted Satan though he had boils and many many other mis- fortunes which I have escaped . . . . I am now going to tell you the horible and wretched plaege ( plague ) that my multiplication gives me you can't conceive it ...
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... such honesty In her that is so fair . Great suit to vice may some allure That thinks to make no fault ; We see a fort had need be sure Which many doth assault . They seek an endless way That think to win her 35 The Poets and the Ideal.
... such honesty In her that is so fair . Great suit to vice may some allure That thinks to make no fault ; We see a fort had need be sure Which many doth assault . They seek an endless way That think to win her 35 The Poets and the Ideal.
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... , Here the host Both have Kindly interposes : " Sure you must be froze With the sleet and hail , sir , So will you have some punch , Or will you have some ale , sir ? ” Presently a maid Enters with the liquor ( Half a 61 Daughters of Erin.
... , Here the host Both have Kindly interposes : " Sure you must be froze With the sleet and hail , sir , So will you have some punch , Or will you have some ale , sir ? ” Presently a maid Enters with the liquor ( Half a 61 Daughters of Erin.
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... sure she won't be my wife ; In silent anguish I here must languish Till time does banish all my lovesick pain , And my humble station I must bear with patience , Since great exaltation suits the Star of Slane . Anon . Mrs. Vesey MRS ...
... sure she won't be my wife ; In silent anguish I here must languish Till time does banish all my lovesick pain , And my humble station I must bear with patience , Since great exaltation suits the Star of Slane . Anon . Mrs. Vesey MRS ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
beauty bezide blushing bright Charles Lamb Charlotte Charlotte Corday charming cheek creature daughter dear death delight doth dress E. V. LUCAS eyes face fair fancy Fanny Kemble flower gentle girl give Godiva grace grave grow the rashes hair hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven honour Horace Walpole hour husband Joseph Addison kind kiss knew Lady laugh Leigh Hunt Leofric light Limavaddy live look Lord lov'd luve Lydia White Madam Liberality maid maidens Mary mind Mistress morning mother nature never night noble Norah Creina Nurse o'er passion poor praise pretty queen Robert Burns rose round sche sing sister smile soft soul speak sweet Molly T. E. Brown talk tell things Thomas Fuller thou thought Twas virtue voice W. E. Henley wife woman women wonder young youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 19 - 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.
Seite 126 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Seite 186 - And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief ; Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream, that thou art she.
Seite 18 - Three years she grew in sun and shower, Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower On earth was never sown; This child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own.
Seite 128 - Not to a rage : patience and sorrow strove Who should express her goodliest. You have seen Sunshine and rain at once : her smiles and tears Were like a better...
Seite 124 - I ran it through, even from my boyish days To the very moment that he bade me tell it; Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field, Of hair-breadth 'scapes i...
Seite 76 - Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw: Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd and said amang them a'; — "Ye are na Mary Morison!
Seite 177 - Two of far nobler shape, erect and tall, Godlike erect, with native honour clad In naked majesty, seem'd lords of all ; And worthy seem'd : for in their looks divine The image of their glorious Maker shone, Truth, wisdom, sanctitude severe and pure, Severe, but in true filial freedom...
Seite 188 - Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay ; So thou, with sails how swift ! hast reach'd the shore, " Where tempests never beat, nor billows roar,"* And thy loved Consort on the dangerous tide Of life long since has anchor'd by thy side.
Seite 18 - Even in the motions of the storm Grace that shall mould the maiden's form By silent sympathy. 'The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.