The New Monthly Belle Assemblée, Volumes 72-73Joseph Rogerson, 1870 - Fashion |
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... dear old rectory gardens , gather the fruit , and pluck the flowers . No apples , pears , peaches , or plums ever taste so delicious , nor do any flowers ever smell so sweet , as those we there form into large nosegays and carry home to ...
... dear old rectory gardens , gather the fruit , and pluck the flowers . No apples , pears , peaches , or plums ever taste so delicious , nor do any flowers ever smell so sweet , as those we there form into large nosegays and carry home to ...
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... dear good mother . And as our father grew older , we had to help him to visit the sick and aged poor , & c .; and his sight not being as good as formerly , we had to copy out his old sermons in a large plain hand ; so much for our ...
... dear good mother . And as our father grew older , we had to help him to visit the sick and aged poor , & c .; and his sight not being as good as formerly , we had to copy out his old sermons in a large plain hand ; so much for our ...
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... dear old town of Bridge- worth , to buy each of us a new silk dress , also a muslin ( or mousseline de laine , or grenadine ) , perhaps a carmalite , if our finances would afford it , and two new bonnets - at this time of year ― goods ...
... dear old town of Bridge- worth , to buy each of us a new silk dress , also a muslin ( or mousseline de laine , or grenadine ) , perhaps a carmalite , if our finances would afford it , and two new bonnets - at this time of year ― goods ...
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... dear old Rectory , and we often thought of the marine excursion we could only contemplate now at a long interval of time . and say , " Please , sir , my name is Tabitha Law - joyed our evening at Woodbine Cottage in spite son , of ...
... dear old Rectory , and we often thought of the marine excursion we could only contemplate now at a long interval of time . and say , " Please , sir , my name is Tabitha Law - joyed our evening at Woodbine Cottage in spite son , of ...
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... DEAR TABITHA , I have been rather longer than usual in replying to your last letter , owing to our leaving the lovely Lake of Windermere more suddenly than we expected ; for Mrs. Mark got a terrible fright about small - pox ; SO here we ...
... DEAR TABITHA , I have been rather longer than usual in replying to your last letter , owing to our leaving the lovely Lake of Windermere more suddenly than we expected ; for Mrs. Mark got a terrible fright about small - pox ; SO here we ...
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Page 174 - I have nought that is fair?" saith he; "Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.
Page 53 - 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 53 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward 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...
Page 53 - Read from some humbler poet. Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start...
Page 174 - Was it a mother's, soft and white? And have the lips of a sister fair Been baptized in the waves of light? God knows best! he was somebody's love: Somebody's heart enshrined him there; Somebody wafted his name above, Night and morn, on the wings of prayer. Somebody wept when he marched away, Looking so handsome, brave, and grand; Somebody's kiss on his forehead lay; Somebody clung to his parting hand.
Page 222 - Fine linen with broidered work from Egypt was that which thou spreadest forth to be thy sail; blue and purple from the isles of Elishah was that which covered thee.
Page 174 - Pale are the lips of delicate mould — Somebody's darling is dying now. Back from the beautiful blue-veined brow Brush the wandering waves of gold; Cross his hands on his bosom now — Somebody's darling is still and cold. Kiss him once for Somebody's sake; Murmur a prayer, soft and low; One bright curl from the cluster take — They were Somebody's pride, you know. Somebody's hand hath rested there; Was it a mother's, soft and white?
Page 293 - Barere approached nearer than any person mentioned in history or fiction, whether man or devil, to the idea of consummate and universal depravity. In him the qualities which are the proper objects of hatred, and the qualities which are the proper objects of contempt, preserve an exquisite and absolute harmony. In almost every particular sort of wickedness he has had rivals. His sensuality was immoderate ; but this was a failing...
Page 222 - See, I have called by name Bezaleel the son of Uri, the son of Hur, of the tribe of Judah : and I have filled him with the spirit of God, in wisdom, and in understanding, and in knowledge, and in all manner of workmanship...
Page 310 - They are like the troubled sea, that cannot rest; whose waters cast up mire and dirt.