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The Magazine of the beau monde; or, Monthly journal of fashion ..., Volumi 4-5
Visualizzazione completa - 1834
The Magazine of the beau monde; or, Monthly journal of fashion ..., Volume 8
Visualizzazione completa - 1838
The Magazine of the beau monde; or, Monthly journal of fashion [afterw.] The ...
Visualizzazione completa - 1842
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Pagina 68 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...
Pagina 82 - This grove is wild with tangling underwood, And the trim walks are broken up, and grass, Thin grass and king-cups grow within the paths. But never elsewhere in one place I knew So many nightingales; and far and near, In wood and thicket, over the wide grove, They answer and provoke each other's song, With skirmish and capricious passagings, And murmurs musical and swift jug jug, And one low piping sound more sweet than all...
Pagina 131 - There is none In all this cold and hollow world, no fount Of deep, strong, deathless love, save that within A mother's heart.
Pagina 125 - Ah ! fleeter far than fleetest storm or steed, Or the death they bear, The heart which tender thought clothes like a dove With the wings of care ; In the battle, in the darkness, in the need, Shall mine cling to thee, Nor claim one smile for all the comfort, love, It may bring to thee.