The New Monthly Belle Assemblée, כרך 23Joseph Rogerson, 1845 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 90
עמוד 5
... rich clustering curls of my younger sisters . My father asked Dora how old she was ; she had told him twenty times before , but he always forgot her answer . " I am thirteen next birthday , " she replied , with The Elder Sister . 5.
... rich clustering curls of my younger sisters . My father asked Dora how old she was ; she had told him twenty times before , but he always forgot her answer . " I am thirteen next birthday , " she replied , with The Elder Sister . 5.
עמוד 6
am thirteen next birthday , " she replied , with some exultation at being so near her teens . The sound jarred on my ear . " I am thirty next birth - day , " I thought ; " Dora is entering on the sunny season of life : I am passing into ...
am thirteen next birthday , " she replied , with some exultation at being so near her teens . The sound jarred on my ear . " I am thirty next birth - day , " I thought ; " Dora is entering on the sunny season of life : I am passing into ...
עמוד 7
... replied my cousin . " There is many a grey head of hair , and the effect arises from the intermingling of white with dark hairs ; but no single hair can be grey . Look at that which Althea has just taken out ; it is decidedly white ...
... replied my cousin . " There is many a grey head of hair , and the effect arises from the intermingling of white with dark hairs ; but no single hair can be grey . Look at that which Althea has just taken out ; it is decidedly white ...
עמוד 11
... replied Mary , timidly , and blushing as she spoke , at the thought of her own extravagance . " But what are you about ? You have given me sixpence too much . " " You said eighteenpence , ma'am . " " A shilling - are you deaf , child ...
... replied Mary , timidly , and blushing as she spoke , at the thought of her own extravagance . " But what are you about ? You have given me sixpence too much . " " You said eighteenpence , ma'am . " " A shilling - are you deaf , child ...
עמוד 13
... replied Mary , beginning to weep afresh , for she was as feeble as a child . The widow went out silently , returning with the flower , or rather the flower - pot , which she placed smilingly at the foot of the bed ; and then the girl ...
... replied Mary , beginning to weep afresh , for she was as feeble as a child . The widow went out silently , returning with the flower , or rather the flower - pot , which she placed smilingly at the foot of the bed ; and then the girl ...
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מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
admiration Annie Annie Grey beautiful blessed bosom breath bright brow cambric Catherine de Medicis cheek chemisette child Cholmondely Clair Colas cold Colonel Thorn colour Comte de Montgomeri corsage crowded houses dark Darlington daughter dear deep Dora and Katherine dream dress Edina Ennerdale exclaimed eyes face fancy father favour fear feel felt flowers gentle girl Grace GRACE AGUILAR hand happy Harry Lloyd heard heart honour hope hour husband Idalie Kate knew lace light lips looked Lord St Louisa Madame mantelet marriage Mary Maud mind Miss morning mother muslin never night o'er once pale passed poor racter Reginald replied ribbon robe rose round scene seemed silent sister sleeves smile sorrow spirit stood sweet taffeta tarlatane tears tell thee thou thought tion tone trimmed turned Valenciennes lace voice wife wild words young youth
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 126 - Her favourite science was the mathematical, Her noblest virtue was her magnanimity, Her wit (she sometimes tried at wit) was Attic all, Her serious sayings darken'd to sublimity; In short, in all things she was fairly what I call A prodigy- her morning dress was dimity, Her evening silk, or, in the summer, muslin, And other stuffs, with which I won't stay puzzling. She knew the Latin- that is, 'the Lord's prayer...
עמוד 126 - Oh! she was perfect, past all parallel — Of any modern female saint's comparison; So far above the cunning powers of hell, Her guardian angel had given up his garrison: Even her minutest motions went as well As those of the best time-piece made by Harrison. In virtues nothing earthly could surpass her, Save thine 'incomparable oil,
עמוד 101 - Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth : Glad hearts, without reproach or blot; Who do thy work and know it not; Oh!
עמוד 126 - s to come Well, to renew : x.1 His mother was a learned lady, famed For every branch of every science known — In every Christian language ever named, With virtues equalled by her wit alone : She made the cleverest people quite ashamed, And even the good with inward envy groan, Finding themselves so very much exceeded, In their own way, by all the things that she did.
עמוד 113 - tis sometimes sweet to have our quarrels, Particularly with a tiresome friend: Sweet is old wine in bottles, ale in barrels; Dear is the helpless creature we defend Against the world: and dear the schoolboy spot We ne'er forget, though there we are forgot. CXXVII But sweeter still than this, than these, than all, Is first and passionate love— it stands alone, Like Adam's recollection of his fall...
עמוד 62 - Her hair, I said, was auburn; but her eyes Were black as death, their lashes the same hue, Of downcast length, in whose silk shadow lies Deepest attraction; for when to the view Forth from its raven fringe the full glance flies, Ne'er with such force the swiftest arrow flew; 'Tis as the snake late coil'd, who pours his length, And hurls at once his venom and his strength.
עמוד 342 - tis a lost fear; Man but a rush against Othello's breast, And he retires. — Where should Othello go? Now, how dost thou look now? O ill-starr'd wench! Pale as thy smock! when we shall meet at compt, This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven, And fiends will snatch at it.
עמוד 134 - I have no hope in loving thee, I only ask to love ; I brood upon my silent heart, As on its nest the dove. But little have I been beloved, Sad, silent, and alone : And yet I feel, in loving thee, The wide world is mine own. Thine is the name I breathe to Heaven, Thy face is on my sleep ; I only ask that love like this May pray for thee and weep.
עמוד 175 - Oh ! what a world of beauty A loving heart might plan — If man but did his duty, And helped his brother man ! A SKETCH.
עמוד 4 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends ; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike.