The Englishwoman's domestic magazine. [Imperf. With] Supplemental fashions & needlework [afterw.] Patterns, fashions & needlework [and] Designs for fashions and needlework [Continued as The Illustrated household journal and English- woman's domestic magazine]. |
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... Italy or France she would be sure to lose him ! And Lady Grovelly had always been so kind to her - inviting her often to spend a day at Brierly House when her father ( a great favourite with Lady Grovelly ) was away on his business ...
... Italy or France she would be sure to lose him ! And Lady Grovelly had always been so kind to her - inviting her often to spend a day at Brierly House when her father ( a great favourite with Lady Grovelly ) was away on his business ...
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... Italian Painters , " first published by Charles Knight in the " Penny Magazine , " then as two one - shilling volumes , and finally they were reprinted , in a revised and more expensive form , by Murray , in 1858. As a condensation of ...
... Italian Painters , " first published by Charles Knight in the " Penny Magazine , " then as two one - shilling volumes , and finally they were reprinted , in a revised and more expensive form , by Murray , in 1858. As a condensation of ...
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... Italy , and passed several months in Rome and other Continental cities . Mrs. Jameson was putting the last finish to the work ( which we are happy to hear is nearly ready for the press ) when she was , after a very brief illness ...
... Italy , and passed several months in Rome and other Continental cities . Mrs. Jameson was putting the last finish to the work ( which we are happy to hear is nearly ready for the press ) when she was , after a very brief illness ...
第96页
... Italian inns ! -in a wide barn , with four ample windows , which had nothing more like glass than shutters and iron bars ! No tester to the bed , and the saddles and portmanteaus heaped on me to keep off the cold . What a paradise did I ...
... Italian inns ! -in a wide barn , with four ample windows , which had nothing more like glass than shutters and iron bars ! No tester to the bed , and the saddles and portmanteaus heaped on me to keep off the cold . What a paradise did I ...
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... Italy , but my funds were too scanty . I was compelled to become a violin - player in the Opera House at Hamburg . My condition there was sorry enough ; but one day I fancied that a chance of proving my musical powers was opened to me ...
... Italy , but my funds were too scanty . I was compelled to become a violin - player in the Opera House at Hamburg . My condition there was sorry enough ; but one day I fancied that a chance of proving my musical powers was opened to me ...
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第175页 - ANNOUNCED by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house 'at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
第36页 - THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread...
第174页 - All shod with steel, We hissed along the polished ice in games Confederate, imitative of the chase And woodland pleasures, — the resounding horn, The pack loud chiming, and the hunted hare.
第275页 - I'll not leave thee, thou lone one! To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them; Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
第82页 - How oft, at school, with most believing mind, Presageful, have I gazed upon the bars, To watch that fluttering stranger ! and as oft With unclosed lids, already had I dreamt Of my sweet birth-place, and the old church-tower, Whose bells, the poor man's only music, rang From morn to evening, all the hot Fair-day, So sweetly, that they stirred and haunted me With a wild pleasure, falling on mine ear Most like articulate sounds of things to come...
第206页 - Edward, by the grace of God, king of England, lord of Ireland, and duke of Aquitaine, to all those that these present letters shall hear or see, greeting.
第82页 - Whether the summer clothe the general earth With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatch Smokes in the sun-thaw; whether the eave-drops fall Heard only in the trances of the blast, Or if the secret ministry of frost Shall hang them up in silent icicles, Quietly shining to the quiet Moon.
第95页 - Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
第82页 - Inaudible as dreams! the thin blue flame Lies on my low-burnt fire, and quivers not; Only that film, which fluttered on the grate, Still flutters there, the sole unquiet thing. Methinks, its motion in this hush of nature Gives it dim sympathies with me who live, Making it a companionable form, Whose puny flaps and freaks the idling Spirit By its own moods interprets, everywhere Echo or mirror seeking of itself, And makes a toy of Thought.
第81页 - From dewy sward or thorny spray; All the heaped Autumn's wealth, With a still, mysterious stealth: She will mix these pleasures up Like three fit wines in a cup...