The Englishwoman's domestic magazine. [Imperf. With] Supplemental fashions & needlework [afterw.] Patterns, fashions & needlework [and] Designs for fashions and needlework [Continued as The Illustrated household journal and English- woman's domestic magazine]. |
Vanuit het boek
Resultaten 1-5 van 100
Pagina 2
... happy haven is sighted . To such uncontrollable events Mademoiselle must submit , without quarrelling either with me or my chief mate . Besides , what is the use of varnishing life ? The varnish won't stand , even though you lay it on ...
... happy haven is sighted . To such uncontrollable events Mademoiselle must submit , without quarrelling either with me or my chief mate . Besides , what is the use of varnishing life ? The varnish won't stand , even though you lay it on ...
Pagina 6
... happy love , and a happy wedded life . I cannot tell you what touching pictures there are amongst them ; for there are many noodles abroad , of both sexes , and many hypocrites and slan- derers of human nature , who would call the child ...
... happy love , and a happy wedded life . I cannot tell you what touching pictures there are amongst them ; for there are many noodles abroad , of both sexes , and many hypocrites and slan- derers of human nature , who would call the child ...
Pagina 38
... happy to hear is nearly ready for the press ) when she was , after a very brief illness , bidden to cease for ever . Of her " Communion of Labour " and " Sisters of Charity " we cannot speak too highly . Prisons , reformatories ...
... happy to hear is nearly ready for the press ) when she was , after a very brief illness , bidden to cease for ever . Of her " Communion of Labour " and " Sisters of Charity " we cannot speak too highly . Prisons , reformatories ...
Pagina 40
... happy is that humble pair , Beneath the level of all care ! Over whose heads those arrows fly , Of sad distrust and jealousy ; Secured in as high extreme , As if the world held none but them . To him the fairest nymphs do show , Like ...
... happy is that humble pair , Beneath the level of all care ! Over whose heads those arrows fly , Of sad distrust and jealousy ; Secured in as high extreme , As if the world held none but them . To him the fairest nymphs do show , Like ...
Pagina 52
... happy at best . For such is the nature of that foolish , beautiful sentiment called first love , to be melancholy in profoundest happiness . And now it has come to this , I may as well let you into the secret at once , and acknowledge ...
... happy at best . For such is the nature of that foolish , beautiful sentiment called first love , to be melancholy in profoundest happiness . And now it has come to this , I may as well let you into the secret at once , and acknowledge ...
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Adelaide answer appeared asked aunt beautiful Berlin Wool black lace black velvet body bonnet called captain Celestine Charlotte Chaudieu child colour crêpe Crespel cried dear DOMESTIC MAGAZINE Don Pasquale door dress England eyes face fashion fastened father flounces flowers front gentleman girl give gold green Grétry Grippermore hand happy head heart Henry VIII Herbert honour hour husband King Laboissière Lady Grovelly leave letter look Lotty Lotty's Madame Mademoiselle Bailleul marriage married mind Miss Dacre month morning mother muslin narrow never night passed perhaps poor present pretty puffings replied ribbon rose round ruche sea-kale side silk skirt sleeves smile Sophronius Soup suppose tarlatan Teissier tell thing thou thought took trimmed tulle turned Valenciennes lace voice wife Wilson woman words worn young lady
Populaire passages
Pagina 175 - ANNOUNCED by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house 'at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
Pagina 36 - THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread...
Pagina 174 - All shod with steel, We hissed along the polished ice in games Confederate, imitative of the chase And woodland pleasures, — the resounding horn, The pack loud chiming, and the hunted hare.
Pagina 275 - I'll not leave thee, thou lone one! To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them; Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
Pagina 82 - How oft, at school, with most believing mind, Presageful, have I gazed upon the bars, To watch that fluttering stranger ! and as oft With unclosed lids, already had I dreamt Of my sweet birth-place, and the old church-tower, Whose bells, the poor man's only music, rang From morn to evening, all the hot Fair-day, So sweetly, that they stirred and haunted me With a wild pleasure, falling on mine ear Most like articulate sounds of things to come...
Pagina 206 - Edward, by the grace of God, king of England, lord of Ireland, and duke of Aquitaine, to all those that these present letters shall hear or see, greeting.
Pagina 82 - Whether the summer clothe the general earth With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatch Smokes in the sun-thaw; whether the eave-drops fall Heard only in the trances of the blast, Or if the secret ministry of frost Shall hang them up in silent icicles, Quietly shining to the quiet Moon.
Pagina 95 - Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Pagina 82 - Inaudible as dreams! the thin blue flame Lies on my low-burnt fire, and quivers not; Only that film, which fluttered on the grate, Still flutters there, the sole unquiet thing. Methinks, its motion in this hush of nature Gives it dim sympathies with me who live, Making it a companionable form, Whose puny flaps and freaks the idling Spirit By its own moods interprets, everywhere Echo or mirror seeking of itself, And makes a toy of Thought.
Pagina 81 - From dewy sward or thorny spray; All the heaped Autumn's wealth, With a still, mysterious stealth: She will mix these pleasures up Like three fit wines in a cup...