Her Week's AmusementWard & Downey, 1886 - 300 pages |
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Page 142 - PACK, clouds, away, and welcome day, With night we banish sorrow; Sweet air blow soft, mount larks aloft To give my Love good-morrow! Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow; Bird, prune thy wing, nightingale sing, To give my Love good-morrow; To give my Love good-morrow Notes from them both I'll borrow.
Page 212 - Her lips were red. and one was thin, Compared with that was next her chin, Some bee had stung it newly.
Page 142 - Pack, clouds, away, and welcome day! With night we banish sorrow ; Sweet air, blow soft; mount, lark, aloft To give my love good-morrow. Wings from the wind, to please her mind, Notes from the lark I'll borrow: Bird, prune thy wing; nightingale, sing, To give my love good-morrow.
Page 199 - Her mouth full small, and thereto soft and red," is slightly parted as she smiles on our " melancholy Jaques," the forlorn Brooke, with a sweetness that should have melted a heart of stone. It melts Brooke, certainly, to warmer love, but fails to lift him from his slough of despond. He is so deeply embedded in its mud that not even Beauty's self has power to raise him. He regards her with gloomy appreciation. To him it seems " That, as of light the summer sunne sheen Passeth the star, right so over...
Page 23 - Mr. Molloy's style is crisp, and carries the reader along ; his portraits of the famous men and women of the time are etched with care, and his narrative rises to intensity and dramatic impressiveness as he follows the latter days of Queen Caroline."—British Quarterly Review. "Mr. Molloy's style is bright and fluent, picturesque and animated, and he tells his stories with unquestionable skill and vivacity."— Athenceum.
Page 25 - Philosophy in The Kitchen : General HINTS ON FOODS AND DRINKS. By the Author of" The Reminiscences of an Old Bohemian," &c. Crown 8vo., cloth. 3s. 6d. " The most recommendable book on cookery that has been published in England for many long days.
Page 18 - The labour you have bestowed on this portion of English history is A proof of your sincerity, of your love of truth. I have not much faith in the accuracy of what we term history, and am prepared to believe that much that wo learn under that name is not greatly better than fiction.
Page 156 - Here is a dilemma for our pretty lady. I watch the next move (hers) with an anxious eye. Once again we stand on the brink of a precipice, on the verge of open war. Something tells me it is Jones's day, that his will be the chosen reed ; and, if so, what will Brooke do ? Will he go for the "favored one " and fling him beneath the wheels of our chariot ? In breathless suspense we all hang upon Miss Kingsley's coming words. She hesitates. It is plain the situation is a little too much even for her....
Page 22 - One of the most comprehensive and powerful indictments against Mr. Gladstone that has ever been issued.
Page 209 - Tis nothin' at all, dear. They do be jokin' me about it up home, an' askin' who give me the black eye ; but sure I'ma widdy this many a day, an' there's no one to give it to me at all now, God help me !" This simple regret is too much for us; we all smile involuntarily. " Is your husband long dead ?" pursues Carrie, when she has frowned us down. " It seems a long while to me, my lady ; I miss him a good deal off an