Ainsworth's Magazine: A Miscellany of Romance, General Literature, & Art, Volume 20William Harrison Ainsworth Chapman and Hall, 1851 |
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... dear Dorothy , " she cried . " I answer for you . You will not yield to the snares and temptations of Satan , however subtly devised . You defy him and all his works . You will make no cove- nant with him . Though surrounded by his bond ...
... dear Dorothy , " she cried . " I answer for you . You will not yield to the snares and temptations of Satan , however subtly devised . You defy him and all his works . You will make no cove- nant with him . Though surrounded by his bond ...
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... dear Dorothy - address yourself to Heaven . " An angry growl of thunder was heard . " Beware ! " cried Mistress Nutter . " I am not to be discouraged , " rejoined Alizon , firmly . " You cannot gain a victory over a soul in this ...
... dear Dorothy - address yourself to Heaven . " An angry growl of thunder was heard . " Beware ! " cried Mistress Nutter . " I am not to be discouraged , " rejoined Alizon , firmly . " You cannot gain a victory over a soul in this ...
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... dear ! Now staye not here , " Cried out one frightened wight ; " But up and awaye for our own snug baye- The devil's abroad to - night . " " Nay , feare it not , " our captayne cried ; " Tis but the storm - fire glancing- An omen of ...
... dear ! Now staye not here , " Cried out one frightened wight ; " But up and awaye for our own snug baye- The devil's abroad to - night . " " Nay , feare it not , " our captayne cried ; " Tis but the storm - fire glancing- An omen of ...
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... dear Jane , ' and ended with ' ever your affectionate John Duncan . ' The body of the epistle was composed of stale protestations of unalterable attachment , expres- sions of joy at the happiness which was soon to be his portion , and ...
... dear Jane , ' and ended with ' ever your affectionate John Duncan . ' The body of the epistle was composed of stale protestations of unalterable attachment , expres- sions of joy at the happiness which was soon to be his portion , and ...
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... dear sir , that young lady has had but too good cause to wear that sombre dress . Two months ago she was a blushing and blooming bride , the pride of our town and neighbourhood , and now she is the ob- ject of our sympathy and ...
... dear sir , that young lady has had but too good cause to wear that sombre dress . Two months ago she was a blushing and blooming bride , the pride of our town and neighbourhood , and now she is the ob- ject of our sympathy and ...
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Alethè Alizon appeared arms Baldwyn beautiful Bess better Brederode Captain Torrens character Chievosa Count of Egmont cried Danvers dark daughter dear death Diest door Dorothy Emily exclaimed eyes Fanny Templeton father favour fear feelings felt Florence followed gaze gentleman girl give hand happy Hard-up hear heard heart Helvellyn Hinderwell hope hour Lady Seagrove Lamia Lamoral laugh look Lord Marcel MARGARET OF PARMA Master Potts mind Miss Trimmer Mistress Nutter Mother Demdike never Nicholas night once party passed Paul Pendle Pendle Forest Pendle Hill Pendle Water poor pray prince Prince of Orange reeve rejoined replied returned Richard Rodolphe Roger Nowell Sabden scarcely scene seemed Shakspeare Shepherd Sir Edred smile soon soul speak spirit strange sure tell thee things thou thought turned voice walked Wentworth whilst wish witch words young
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Page 418 - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray ; What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom — is to die.
Page 400 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength...
Page 402 - As, in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious ; Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard; no man cried, God save him...
Page 486 - But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Page 401 - tis true I have gone here and there And made myself a motley to the view, Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear, Made old offences of affections new.
Page 479 - POL. Look, whether he has not turned his colour and has tears in's eyes. Prithee, no more. HAM. 'Tis well; I'll have thee speak out the rest of this soon. — Good my lord, will you see the players well bestowed? Do you hear, let them be well used, for they are the abstracts and brief chronicles of the time; after your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live.
Page 398 - If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended: That you have but slumbered here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: If you pardon, we will mend.
Page 540 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Page 319 - Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts ; Into a thousand parts divide one man, And make imaginary puissance ; Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them Printing their proud hoofs i...
Page 402 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...