Blackwood's Lady's Magazine and Gazette of the Fashionable World, Or, St. James's Court-register of Belles Lettres, Fine Arts, Music, Drama, Fashions, &c, Volumes 36-37

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A.H. Blackwood, G. Simpkin, and J. Page, 1854
 

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Page 200 - Wednesday 15 Thursday 16 Friday 17 Saturday 18 SUNDAY 19 Monday 20 Tuesday 21 Wednesday 22 Thursday 23 Friday 24 Saturday 25 SUNDAY 26 Monday 27 Tuesday 28 Wednesday...
Page 38 - To divert, at any time, a troublesome fancy, run to thy BOOKS. They presently fix thee to them, and drive the other out of thy thoughts. They always receive thee with the same kindness.
Page 66 - Particularly with a tiresome friend : Sweet is old wine in bottles, ale in barrels ; Dear is the helpless creature we defend Against the world ; and dear the schoolboy spot We ne'er forget, though there we are forgot. ,' cxxvn But sweeter still than .this, than these, than all, Is first and passionate Love — it stands alone, Like Adam's recollection of his fall...
Page 65 - The wild flowers who will stoop to number? A few can touch the magic string, And noisy Fame is proud to win them; — Alas for those who never sing, But die with all their music in them! Nay, grieve not for the dead alone Whose song has told their hearts' sad story, — Weep for the voiceless, who have known The cross without the crown of glory!
Page 208 - I had got round at low water with my uncles not a great many days before, and we both inferred, that if we but succeeded in getting round now, it would be quite a pleasure to wait among the caves inside until such time as the fall of the tide should lay bare a passage for our return. A...
Page 54 - Oh, Love! what is it in this world of ours Which makes it fatal to be loved? Ah why With cypress branches hast thou wreathed thy bowers, And made thy best interpreter a sigh?
Page 210 - ... brown, and from sombre brown to doleful black. And we could now at least hear what they portended, though we could no longer see. The rising wind began to howl mournfully amid the cliffs, and the sea, hitherto so silent, to beat heavily against the shore, and to boom, like distress-guns, from the recesses of the two deep-sea caves. We could hear, too, the beating rain, now heavier, now lighter, as the gusts swelled or sank ; and the intermittent patter of the streamlet over the deeper cave, now...
Page 208 - It was on a pleasant spring morning that, with my little curious friend beside me, I stood on the beach opposite the eastern promontory, that, with its stern granitic wall, bars access for ten days out of every fourteen to the wonders of the Doocot ; and saw it stretching provokingly out into the green water.
Page 209 - ... from the uplands and the opposite land, and disappeared amid the gloom of their caves; every creature that had wings made use of them in speeding homewards; but neither my companion nor myself had any ; and there was no possibility of getting home without them.
Page 211 - ... over the rough slippery crags, to ascertain whether the tide had not fallen sufficiently far to yield us a passage, but we found the waves chafing among the rocks, just where the tideline had rested twelve hours before, and a full fathom of sea enclasping the base of the promontory.

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