Sharpe's London magazine, a journal of entertainment and instruction. [entitled] Sharpe's London journal. [entitled] Sharpe's London magazine, conducted by mrs. S.C. Hall, 1-2±ÇAnna Maria Hall 1845 |
±âŸ ÃâÆǺ» - ¸ðµÎ º¸±â
ÀÚÁÖ ³ª¿À´Â ´Ü¾î ¹× ±¸¹®
ancient appear arms Batboat beautiful Bracewell called castle character CHARLEMAGNE child church Colonsay Corfe Castle daughter dear death delight doctor door England exclaimed eyes Eythorne father feeling feet felt flowers girl give HAGENULPH hand happy head heard heart honour kind king knew Knightswood lady land leave Leonardo da Vinci living London Magazine look Lord Lord William Howard Lucy Lucy Cooper Ludwigslust Mary master ment mind Miss Deane mistress morning mother Naworth Castle never night noble nosegay o'er once pain passed person poor present racter replied Richard Bracewell Richard Whittington round Scotland seemed seen side soon speak spirit Stavoren stone stood style tell thee things thou thought tion told took towers town tree voice whilst wife window WINDRUDA woman words young youth
Àαâ Àο뱸
39 ÆäÀÌÁö - FORASMUCH as it hath pleased Almighty God of his great mercy to take unto himself the soul of our dear brother here departed, we therefore commit his body to the ground, earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, in sure and certain hope of the resurrection to eternal life, through our Lord Jesus Christ...
112 ÆäÀÌÁö - A storm of universal fire blasted every field, consumed every house, destroyed every temple. The miserable inhabitants flying from their flaming villages in part were slaughtered ; others, without regard to sex, to age, to the respect of rank, or sacredness of function ; fathers torn from children, husbands from wives, enveloped in a whirlwind of cavalry, and amidst the goading spears of drivers, and the trampling of pursuing horses, were swept into captivity in an unknown and hostile land. Those...
239 ÆäÀÌÁö - WHEN cats run home and light is come, And dew is cold upon the ground, And the far-off stream is dumb, And the whirring sail goes round, And the whirring sail goes round ; Alone and warming his five wits, The white owl in the belfry sits. When merry milkmaids click the latch, And rarely smells the new-mown hay, And the cock hath sung beneath the thatch Twice or thrice his roundelay, Twice or thrice his roundelay : Alone and warming his five wits, The white owl in the belfry sits.
6 ÆäÀÌÁö - That it may please thee to give and preserve to our use the kindly fruits of the earth, so as in due time we may enjoy them.
119 ÆäÀÌÁö - When the ear heard me, then it blessed me; and when the eye saw me, it gave witness to me; because I delivered the poor that cried, and the fatherless, and him that had none to help him. The blessing of him that was ready to perish came upon me : and I caused the widow's heart to sing for joy.
15 ÆäÀÌÁö - It sounds to him like her mother's voice Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
112 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... and predestinated criminals a memorable example to mankind. He resolved, in . the gloomy recesses of a mind 'capacious of such things, to leave the whole Carnatic an everlasting monument of vengeance, and to put perpetual desolation as a barrier between him and those, against whom the faith which holds the moral elements of the world together, was no protection.
32 ÆäÀÌÁö - Our political system is placed in a just correspondence and symmetry with the order of the world, and with the mode of existence decreed to a permanent body composed of transitory parts ; wherein, by the disposition of a stupendous wisdom, moulding together the great mysterious incorporation of the human race...
15 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ) Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought.
39 ÆäÀÌÁö - Oh, the grave! the grave! It buries every error, covers every defect, extinguishes every resentment ! From its peaceful bosom spring none but fond regrets and tender recollections.