The New Monthly Belle Assemblée, Volume 32Joseph Rogerson, 1850 - Fashion |
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... playing upon the harp , painted in fresco , and quite entire . He is clad in a flowing habit , such as the women still wear in Abyssinia , and the men in Nubia . This seems to be white linen or muslin , with narrow stripes of red . It ...
... playing upon the harp , painted in fresco , and quite entire . He is clad in a flowing habit , such as the women still wear in Abyssinia , and the men in Nubia . This seems to be white linen or muslin , with narrow stripes of red . It ...
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... played , that the hand of the Lord came upon him , and he said , Thus saith the Lord , Make this valley full of ditches : " & c . " The Chaldean paraphrase , " says Burney , derstands by prophesying , adoring God and singing praises ...
... played , that the hand of the Lord came upon him , and he said , Thus saith the Lord , Make this valley full of ditches : " & c . " The Chaldean paraphrase , " says Burney , derstands by prophesying , adoring God and singing praises ...
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... played all day long . There was no yew nor cypress to cast gloom on the place ; but leading to the church - door was an avenue of limes , in whose fra- grant branches the bees kept up a pleasant murmur . And the merry rookery close by ...
... played all day long . There was no yew nor cypress to cast gloom on the place ; but leading to the church - door was an avenue of limes , in whose fra- grant branches the bees kept up a pleasant murmur . And the merry rookery close by ...
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... play at marbles on its door - steps , would be more daring than ever was infant within the verge of the city of Take also the following sketch of the reading- L—— . " I do not think any poet or novelist has ever immortalised that ...
... play at marbles on its door - steps , would be more daring than ever was infant within the verge of the city of Take also the following sketch of the reading- L—— . " I do not think any poet or novelist has ever immortalised that ...
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... played round the form of Thierry ; sunlight - that living emblem of hope and life , that eternal youth of nature . As he felt its gentle warmth , Thierry's courage for a moment melted away ; all the love of life , with its hopes and ...
... played round the form of Thierry ; sunlight - that living emblem of hope and life , that eternal youth of nature . As he felt its gentle warmth , Thierry's courage for a moment melted away ; all the love of life , with its hopes and ...
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Page 105 - OH for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more...
Page 181 - Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day, Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Page 181 - From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul cannot resist — A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles rain. Come read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo...
Page 66 - For they that led us away captive, required of us then a song, and melody in our heaviness : Sing us one of the songs of Sion.
Page 90 - Truth is always consistent with itself, and needs nothing to help it out ; it is always near at hand, and sits upon our lips and is ready to drop out before we are aware; whereas a lie is troublesome, and sets a man's invention upon the rack, and one trick needs a great many more to make it good.
Page 355 - The path of sorrow, and that path alone, Leads to the land where sorrow is unknown ; No traveller ever reach'd that blest abode, Who found not thorns and briers in his road.
Page 342 - They sin who tell us Love can die. With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth...
Page 6 - But now bring me a minstrel. And it came to pass, when the minstrel played, that the hand of the Lord came upon him.
Page 5 - And Miriam, the prophetess, the sister of Aaron, took a timbrel in her hand ; and all the women went out after her with timbrels and with dances. And Miriam answered them, Sing ye to the Lord, for he hath triumphed gloriously : the horse and his rider hath he thrown into the sea.
Page 5 - Wherefore didst thou flee away secretly, and steal away from me; and didst not tell me, that I might have sent thee away with mirth, and with songs, with tabret, and with harp ? 28 And hast not suffered me to kiss my sons and my daughters?