Mrs. Stephens' Illustrated New Monthly, Volumes 1-2Mrs. Ann S. Stephens, 1856 |
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... speak - I never did speak ! " It was a strange answer , and the lady's face grew anxious as she looked upon him . Certainly he had uttered some sound , or she would not have asked the question . She arose and moving across the room ...
... speak - I never did speak ! " It was a strange answer , and the lady's face grew anxious as she looked upon him . Certainly he had uttered some sound , or she would not have asked the question . She arose and moving across the room ...
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... speak to me , Lina ? " " What can I say , Ralph ? " " That you love me . " A little coquettish smile stole over her mouth . " We have said that to each other from the cradle up . " " No , never before , never with this depth of mean ...
... speak to me , Lina ? " " What can I say , Ralph ? " " That you love me . " A little coquettish smile stole over her mouth . " We have said that to each other from the cradle up . " " No , never before , never with this depth of mean ...
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... speak ; - I conquer now , rejoicing in your fate : His noble heart is strong as mine was weak ; I was not worthy of a love so great . - Life's dream is over ; I have borne the smart , And live to bless you for alluring me : If there is ...
... speak ; - I conquer now , rejoicing in your fate : His noble heart is strong as mine was weak ; I was not worthy of a love so great . - Life's dream is over ; I have borne the smart , And live to bless you for alluring me : If there is ...
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... speak to Miss Crampton about the slovenly carriage of your eldest daughter . I have addressed her so often on the subject , that I am tired of the office . " the windows , in each of which was placed a. entered . Our artist , Mr. Dallas ...
... speak to Miss Crampton about the slovenly carriage of your eldest daughter . I have addressed her so often on the subject , that I am tired of the office . " the windows , in each of which was placed a. entered . Our artist , Mr. Dallas ...
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... speak of dumb creatures , I am inclined to include the Irish pair in the category . Blundering , dull , ignorant , with very little that I can detect above my dogs in intellect , they are like my dogs in faithful- ness , honesty , and ...
... speak of dumb creatures , I am inclined to include the Irish pair in the category . Blundering , dull , ignorant , with very little that I can detect above my dogs in intellect , they are like my dogs in faithful- ness , honesty , and ...
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Page 23 - His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow; The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath; He had a broad face and a little round belly, That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly.
Page 285 - So may the outward shows be least themselves; The world is still deceiv'd with ornament. In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt, But, being season'd with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil? In religion, What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it, and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament?
Page 23 - He was chubby and plump — a right jolly old elf : And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself; A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
Page 22 - Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
Page 22 - Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse ; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there...
Page 120 - Take me, and bind these arms, these hands, With Russia's heaviest iron bands, And drag me to Siberia's wild To perish, if 'twill save my child !" " Peace, woman, peace !" the leader cried, Tearing the pale boy from her side ; And in his ruffian grasp he bore His victim to the temple door.
Page 22 - And mamma in her kerchief and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap, — When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
Page 120 - Ye hold me not ! no ! no, nor can ; This hour has made the boy a man. I knelt before my slaughtered sire, Nor felt one throb of vengeful ire. I wept upon his marble brow, Yes, wept! I was a child ; but now My noble mother, on her knee, Hath done the work of years for me...
Page 78 - And well an earnest word beseems The work the earnest hand prepares; Its load more light the labor deems, When sweet discourse the labor shares. So let us ponder — nor in vain — What strength can work when labor wills; For who would not the fool disdain Who ne'er designs what he fulfils?
Page 120 - Ha! start ye back? Fool! coward! knave ! Think ye my noble father's glaive Would drink the life-blood of a slave? The pearls that on the handle flame Would blush to rubies in their shame; The blade would quiver in thy breast Ashamed of such ignoble rest. No! thus I rend the tyrant's chain, And fling him back a boy's disdain...