The Ladies' Cabinet of Fashion, Music, and RomanceMargaret De Courcy, Beatrice De Courcy G. Henderson, Old Bailey, 1832 An illustrated women's magazine; includes extracts from novels, short stories, reviews, aphorisms, songs, philosophical discussions, and detailed descriptions of the latest clothing fashions from London and Paris. |
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The Ladies' Cabinet of Fashion, Music, and Romance Margaret De Courcy,Beatrice De Courcy Vista completa - 1832 |
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The Ladies' Cabinet of Fashion, Music, and Romance Margaret De Courcy,Beatrice De Courcy Vista completa - 1832 |
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Página 163 - Him that made heaven, earth, and sea, That, since my flesh must die so soon, And want a head to dine next noon, Just at the stroke, when my veins start and spread, Set on my soul an everlasting head ! Then am I...
Página 164 - You shall now receive, my- dear wife, my last words, in these my last lines. My love I send you, that you may keep it when I am dead; and my counsel, that you may remember it when I am no more. I would not, by my will, present you with sorrows, dear Bess, — let them go into the grave with me, and be buried in the dust.
Página 165 - As for me, I am no more yours, nor you mine. Death hath cut us asunder, and God hath divided me from the world, and you from me.
Página 163 - Gainst our souls black verdicts give, Christ pleads His death, and then we live Be Thou my speaker, taintless pleader, Unblotted lawyer, true proceeder! Thou giv'st salvation even for alms; Not with a bribed lawyer's palms.
Página 164 - First, I send you all the thanks which my heart can conceive, or my words express, for your many travails and cares for me ; which, though they have not taken effect as you wished, yet my debt to you is not the less ; but pay it I never shall in this world.
Página 154 - ... his wrists. They approach the herd by degrees, raising their legs very slowly, but setting them down somewhat suddenly, after the manner of a Deer, and always taking care to lift their right or left feet simultaneously. If any of the herd leave off feeding to gaze upon this extraordinary phenomenon, it instantly stops, and the head begins to play its part, by licking its shoulders, and performing other necessary movements. In this way the hunters attain the very centre of the herd without exciting...
Página 82 - Our lives are rivers, gliding free To that unfathomed, boundless sea, The silent grave ! Thither all earthly pomp and boast Roll, to be swallowed up and lost In one dark wave. Thither the mighty torrents stray, Thither the brook pursues its way, And tinkling rill. There all are equal. Side by side The poor man and the son of pride Lie calm and still.
Página 160 - ... lively prospects, hills so raised here and there over the valleys, the river winding into divers branches, the plains adjoining without bush or stubble, all fair green grass, the ground of hard sand easy to march on, either for horse or foot, the deer crossing in every path, the birds towards the evening singing on every tree with a thousand several tunes, cranes and herons of white, crimson, and carnation perching on the river's side, the air fresh with a gentle easterly wind, and every stone...
Página 160 - ... had been all covered over with a great shower of rain : and in some places we took it at the first for a smoke that had risen over some great town.
Página 162 - Give me my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon. My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hope's true gage; And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.