The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction, Volumen1J. Limbird, 1847 Containing original essays; historical narratives, biographical memoirs, sketches of society, topographical descriptions, novels and tales, anecdotes, select extracts from new and expensive works, the spirit of the public journals, discoveries in the arts and sciences, useful domestic hints, etc. etc. etc. |
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... fear with which his stolen looks crept round , and sought out each dark corner of street and bye - way . Either that man had done murder , or worse than murder had been done upon him . We have said he was not poor . He could scarcely ...
... fear with which his stolen looks crept round , and sought out each dark corner of street and bye - way . Either that man had done murder , or worse than murder had been done upon him . We have said he was not poor . He could scarcely ...
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... fear . Wilson had stopped in the wilderness of London streets to listen to a poor ballad- singer ; not having a farthing in the world , he could not gain courage to pass on until he saw the woman receive a pittance from a hand more able ...
... fear . Wilson had stopped in the wilderness of London streets to listen to a poor ballad- singer ; not having a farthing in the world , he could not gain courage to pass on until he saw the woman receive a pittance from a hand more able ...
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... fear of wrong - do- ing , for remorse . Henry , you must go through with this . " 66 Six- " I will ! I will ! " replied Henry , wiping the heavy drops of cold perspiration from his brow . ' Oh , this is most damnable . teen years of ...
... fear of wrong - do- ing , for remorse . Henry , you must go through with this . " 66 Six- " I will ! I will ! " replied Henry , wiping the heavy drops of cold perspiration from his brow . ' Oh , this is most damnable . teen years of ...
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... fear ; Drink to the hope , the love , the fame ; The graves that lie before ; And drink to many a brave heart's dream , For , friends , we meet no more . Stranorlar , 1847 . FRANCES BROWN . The Stout Hereward and the Lady Artfrud . * BY ...
... fear ; Drink to the hope , the love , the fame ; The graves that lie before ; And drink to many a brave heart's dream , For , friends , we meet no more . Stranorlar , 1847 . FRANCES BROWN . The Stout Hereward and the Lady Artfrud . * BY ...
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... fear which all were conscious had been felt , proposed that one of their party should go and conduct the traveller , whoever he might be , to their cell . This proposition was met with very general disapprobation - the more so , perhaps ...
... fear which all were conscious had been felt , proposed that one of their party should go and conduct the traveller , whoever he might be , to their cell . This proposition was met with very general disapprobation - the more so , perhaps ...
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Página 186 - Paris, there grew upon both my hands a number of warts (at the least an hundred) in a month's space. The English Ambassador's Lady, who was a woman far from superstition, told me one day, she would help me away with my warts; whereupon she got a piece of lard with the skin on, and rubbed the warts all over with the fat side, and amongst the rest, that wart which I had had from my childhood...
Página 185 - I'm resolv'd to search for thee: The search itself rewards the pains. So, though the chymic his great secret miss (For neither it in art or nature is,) Yet things well worth his toil he gains; And does his charge and labour pay With good unsought experiments by the way.
Página 394 - 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.
Página 187 - Here is a powder concealed in this paper, of which, if I should speak to the worth, nine thousand volumes were but as one page, that page as a line, that line as a word ; so short is this pilgrimage of man (which some call life) to the expressing of it.
Página 60 - ... than she used in delineating and in beautifying the Old World.... The heavens of America appear infinitely higher, the sky is bluer, the air is fresher, the cold is intenser, the moon looks larger, the stars are brighter the thunder is louder, the lightning is vivider, the wind is stronger, the rain is heavier, the mountains are higher, the rivers longer, the forests bigger, the plains broader.
Página 187 - I will, only, tell you ; it is the powder that made Venus a goddess (given her by Apollo) that kept her perpetually young, cleared her wrinkles, firmed her gums, filled her skin, coloured her hair...
Página 226 - Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, From garret to basement, She stood with amazement, Houseless by night. The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver, But not the dark arch, Or the black flowing river ; Mad from life's history, Glad to death's mystery Swift to be hurled — Anywhere, anywhere Out of the world ! In she plunged boldly, No matter how coldly The rough river ran.
Página 187 - You that would last long, list to my song, Make no more coil, but buy of this oil. Would you be ever fair and young ? Stout of teeth, and strong of tongue ? Tart of palate ? quick of ear ? Sharp of sight ? of nostril clear ? Moist of hand ? and light of foot ? Or, I will come nearer to't, Would you live free from all diseases ? Do the act your mistress pleases, Yet fright all aches from your bones ? Here's a med'cine for the nones.
Página 365 - House, from its members wearing their hoods lined with white silk. All the rest constitute the NonRegent or Lower House, otherwise called the BlackHood House, its members wearing black silk hoods. But Doctors of more than two years...
Página 87 - To make us th' object of his desperate choice, Wherein the danger almost poised the honour: And, as he rose, the day grew black with him, And fate descended nearer to the earth, As if she meant to hide the name of things Under her wings, and make the world her quarry.