Bentley's Miscellany, Volume 17Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith Richard Bentley, 1845 - English literature |
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... Hope on ! The Breeze upon the Ocean , Tis long since we have met , old friend ! The Labourer's Song , • 475 479 565 58 59 , 138 225 65 69 181 276 155 167 378 Droop not , my heart ! by William Jones , 304 308 The Death of Sombreuil ...
... Hope on ! The Breeze upon the Ocean , Tis long since we have met , old friend ! The Labourer's Song , • 475 479 565 58 59 , 138 225 65 69 181 276 155 167 378 Droop not , my heart ! by William Jones , 304 308 The Death of Sombreuil ...
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... Hope on ! The Moral Peer , Game Preservers , A Ghost Story , The Plaint of Sappho , The Post - bag ; or , Eccentric Correspondents , by R. B. Peake , Anecdotical Gatherings , The Opium Smoker , 475 479 565 58 59 , 138 225 65 69 181 276 ...
... Hope on ! The Moral Peer , Game Preservers , A Ghost Story , The Plaint of Sappho , The Post - bag ; or , Eccentric Correspondents , by R. B. Peake , Anecdotical Gatherings , The Opium Smoker , 475 479 565 58 59 , 138 225 65 69 181 276 ...
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... hope is gone . There is now no- thing left for me but death . I could have remained unheeded in the country ; but in this great city the solitude is fearful : those who are alone , alone can tell how terrible it is . " Although the duty ...
... hope is gone . There is now no- thing left for me but death . I could have remained unheeded in the country ; but in this great city the solitude is fearful : those who are alone , alone can tell how terrible it is . " Although the duty ...
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... hope is gone . There is now no- thing left for me but death . I could have remained unheeded in the country ; but in this great city the solitude is fearful : those who are alone , alone can tell how terrible it is . " Although the duty ...
... hope is gone . There is now no- thing left for me but death . I could have remained unheeded in the country ; but in this great city the solitude is fearful : those who are alone , alone can tell how terrible it is . " Although the duty ...
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... hope of salvation for my own soul ; I have wandered , day after day , through the heartless streets of Paris , or worked at the Gobelins until my spirits have been crushed to the earth , and all my strength gone , by the struggle to ...
... hope of salvation for my own soul ; I have wandered , day after day , through the heartless streets of Paris , or worked at the Gobelins until my spirits have been crushed to the earth , and all my strength gone , by the struggle to ...
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Page 32 - Islington there was a man, Of whom the world might say, That still a godly race he ran, Whene'er he went to pray. A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes; The naked every day he clad, When he put on his clothes. And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree.
Page 610 - And some have wept and woo'd, and plighted troth, And chose their priest, ere we can cast off sloth : Many a green-gown has been given, Many a kiss, both odd and even: Many a glance, too, has been sent From out the eye, love's firmament: Many a jest told of the keys...
Page 610 - So when or you or I are made A fable, song, or fleeting shade, All love, all liking, all delight Lies drowned with us in endless night. Then while time serves, and we are but decaying, Come, my Corinna, come, let's go a-Maying.
Page 610 - And sin no more, as we have done by staying : But, my Corinna, come, let's go a-maying. " There's not a budding boy or girl this day, But is got up, and gone to bring in may.
Page 382 - It is only the public situation which this gentleman holds which entitles me or induces me to say so much about him. He is a fly in amber, nobody cares about the fly : the only question is, How the Devil did it get there?
Page 608 - May with floures newe, (For with the rose colour strof hire hewe; I n'ot which was the finer of hem two) Er it was day, as she was wont to do, She was arisen, and all redy dight. For May wol have no slogardie a-night. The seson priketh every gentil herte, And maketh him out of his slepe to sterte, And sayth, arise, and do thin observance.
Page 378 - ... life. It is not only the descending morsel and the enveloping sauce — but the rank, wealth, wit and beauty, which surround the meats — the learned management of light and heat — the silent and rapid services of the attendants — the smiling and sedulous host, proffering gusts and relishes — the exotic bottles — the embossed plate — the pleasant remarks — the handsome dresses — the cunning artifices in fruit and farina ! The hour of dinner, in short, includes everything of sensual...
Page 378 - From the beginning of the century to the death of Lord Liverpool was an awful period for those who had the misfortune to entertain liberal opinions, and who were too honest to sell them for the ermine of the judge or the lawn of the prelate ; a long and hopeless career in your profession,— the chuckling grin of noodles,— the sarcastic leer of the genuine political rogue...
Page 388 - Man is become a bird ; he can fly longer and quicker than a Solan goose. The mamma rushes sixty miles in two hours to the aching finger of her conjugating and declining grammar boy. The early Scotchman scratches himself in the morning mists of the north, and has his porridge in Piccadilly before the setting sun.
Page 610 - As if here were those cooler shades of love. Can such delights be in the street " And open fields and we not see't ? Come, we'll abroad; and let's obey The proclamation made for May : And sin no more, as we have done, by staying; But, my Corinna, come, let's go a-Maying.