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Ainsworth's Magazine: A Miscellany of Romance, General Literature, & Art
William Harrison Ainsworth
Volledige weergave - 1843
affection Anne appeared arms asked attendants beautiful became better brought called carried castle chamber character close continued course court cried dark deep door Duke Elliston entered exclaimed eyes fair fear feel feet Fenwolf fire followed forest George give hand head hear heard heart Henry Herne Herne the hunter horse hour keep king lady laugh leave light living look lord Mabel majesty matter means mind Miss morning never night observed occasion once passed person play poor present proceeded queen received rejoined remained replied returned river round royal Saint scarcely Second seemed seen side soon spirit steps Surrey tell thing thou thought took Tower tree turned whole Windsor wish Wolsey Wyat young
Pagina 369 - Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be : In their gold coats spots you see ; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours...
Pagina 387 - Behold an order yet of newer date, Doubling their number, equal in their state ; Our England's ornament, the crown's defence, In battle brave, protectors of their prince ; Unchanged by fortune, to their sovereign true, sso For which their manly legs are bound with blue.
Pagina 282 - Her Majesty — say I'm here. Stay — stay — this wig won't do — eh, eh ? Don't keep the people waiting — light up — light up — let 'em in — let ''em in — ha ! ha ! fast asleep. Play well to-night, Elliston. Great favourite with the Queen. Let 'em in — let 'em in." The house was presently illuminated; messengers were sent off to the royal party, which, in a short lapse of time, reached the theatre. Elliston then quitted the side of his most affable monarch, and, dressing himself...
Pagina 84 - Yes, clocks will go as they are set. But Man, Irregular Man's ne'er constant, never certain: I've spent at least three precious hours of darkness In waiting dull attendance; 'tis the curse Of diligent virtue to be mixed like mine, With giddy tempers, souls but half resolved.
Pagina 326 - Declare its nature," said Henry. " It is a citation," replied Wolsey, " enjoining your highness to appear by attorney in the papal court, under a penalty of ten thousand ducats." And he presented a parchment, stamped with the great seal of Rome, to the king, who glanced his eye fiercely over it, and then dashed it to the ground, with an explosion of fury terrible to hear and to witness. " Ha! by Saint George!" he cried; "am I as nothing that the pope dares to insult me thus?" " It is a mere judicial...
Pagina 256 - As thus; Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth to dust ; the dust is earth ; of earth we make loam : And why of that loam, whereto he was converted, might they not stop a beer-barrel...
Pagina 276 - Cupid us'd to sit, Wounding the world with wonder and with love, Sadly supplied with pale and ghastly death, Whose darts do pierce the centre of my soul. Her sacred beauty hath enchanted heaven, And had she liv'd before the siege of Troy, Helen, whose beauty summon'd Greece to arms, And drew a thousand ships to Tenedos...
Pagina 252 - A glass is good, and a lass is good, And a pipe to smoke in cold weather; The world is good and the people are good, And we're all good fellows together.
Pagina 282 - Elliston hit on the following expedient : taking up a violin from the orchestra he stepped into the pit, and placing himself just beneath his truly exalted guest struck up, dolcemente, "God save the King ! " The expedient had the desired effect ; the royal sleeper was gently loosened from the spell which had bound him, and, awaking, up he sprang, and staring the genuflecting comedian full in the face, exclaimed, " Hey ! hey ! hey ! what, what ! Oh yes ! I see, Elliston — ha ! ha ! rain come on...
Pagina 264 - Rufus the Courtier, at the theatre, Leaving the best and most conspicuous place, Doth either to the stage himself transfer, Or through a grate, doth shew his double face. For that the clamorous fry of Inns of court, Fills up the private rooms of greater price, And such a place where all may have resort, He in his singularity doth despise.