The Spirit of the English MagazinesMonroe and Francis, 1832 |
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... fire - place , turned his back to it , and lifting up his coat- tails , began to whistle . Are you ready for your dinner , my dear ? ' said the lady , almost trembling . ' If the dinner is ready for me . I believe we usually dine at ...
... fire - place , turned his back to it , and lifting up his coat- tails , began to whistle . Are you ready for your dinner , my dear ? ' said the lady , almost trembling . ' If the dinner is ready for me . I believe we usually dine at ...
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... fire to the precious manuscript which burned , like the diamond , without leaving a residue , so that there is not one particle extant of your Greek Particles ! This , however , was no fault of yours , and I send you the money demanded ...
... fire to the precious manuscript which burned , like the diamond , without leaving a residue , so that there is not one particle extant of your Greek Particles ! This , however , was no fault of yours , and I send you the money demanded ...
31 ÆäÀÌÁö
... fire , and lo ! there is suddenly found in your room a silver box fill- ed with bank notes to the lip ! ' It was clear enough , indeed , if the box contained money - which was not impossible from the unlucky stranger's harping so much ...
... fire , and lo ! there is suddenly found in your room a silver box fill- ed with bank notes to the lip ! ' It was clear enough , indeed , if the box contained money - which was not impossible from the unlucky stranger's harping so much ...
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... fire . I lost a moment in surprise and horror , and that moment was fatal . He caught up a hatchet from the ground . In one instant I was down , and in another my hand was severed , and 1 fainted . ' During this recital the young lady ...
... fire . I lost a moment in surprise and horror , and that moment was fatal . He caught up a hatchet from the ground . In one instant I was down , and in another my hand was severed , and 1 fainted . ' During this recital the young lady ...
35 ÆäÀÌÁö
... fire one shot , when he suddenly rushed with the greatest fury into the thick- et , and falling upon his knees , nailed the tiger with his tusks to the ground . Such was the violence of the shock , that my servant , who sat behind in ...
... fire one shot , when he suddenly rushed with the greatest fury into the thick- et , and falling upon his knees , nailed the tiger with his tusks to the ground . Such was the violence of the shock , that my servant , who sat behind in ...
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490 ÆäÀÌÁö - I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when, with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
84 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign ; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance commits his body To painful labour both by sea and land, To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, Whilst thou liest warm at home, secure and safe ; And craves no other tribute at thy hands But love, fair looks, and true obedience ; Too little payment for so great a debt.
88 ÆäÀÌÁö - But know ye for certain, that if ye put me to death, ye shall surely bring innocent blood upon yourselves, and upon this city, and upon the inhabitants thereof: for of a truth the Lord hath sent me unto you to speak all these words in your ears.
492 ÆäÀÌÁö - The wind in the reeds and the rushes, The bees on the bells of thyme, The birds on the myrtle bushes, The cicale above in the lime, And the lizards below in the grass, Were as silent as ever old Tmolus was, Listening to my sweet pipings.
490 ÆäÀÌÁö - I hang like a roof, The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire and snow, When the powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-coloured bow ; The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moist earth was laughing below.
492 ÆäÀÌÁö - I pursued a maiden and clasped a reed. Gods and men, we are all deluded thus! It breaks in our bosom and then we bleed: All wept, as I think both ye now would, If envy or age had not frozen your blood, At the sorrow of my sweet pipings.
491 ÆäÀÌÁö - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright: I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Hath led me — who knows how? To thy chamber window, Sweet! The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream — The Champak odours fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream; The nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart; — As I must on thine, Oh, beloved as thou art!
491 ÆäÀÌÁö - O'er the terrible sea, I and thou ? " One boat-cloak did cover The loved and the lover : Their blood beats one measure, They murmur proud pleasure Soft and low ; — While around the lashed ocean, Like mountains in motion, Is withdrawn and uplifted, Sunk, shattered, and shifted To and fro.
491 ÆäÀÌÁö - The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream — The Champak odours fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream; The nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart; — As I must on thine, Oh ! beloved as thou art ! Oh lift me from the grass! I die! I faint! I fail! Let thy love in kisses rain On my lips and eyelids pale.
491 ÆäÀÌÁö - Our boat has one sail, And the helmsman is pale ; — A bold pilot I trow, Who should follow us now," — Shouted He— And she cried : " Ply the oar! Put off gaily from shore !" — As she spoke, bolts of death Mixed with hail, specked their path O'er the sea. And from isle, tower and rock, The blue beacon cloud broke, And though dumb in the blast, The red cannon flashed fast From the lee.