The Ladies' Cabinet of Fashion, Music, and Romance

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Margaret De Courcy, Beatrice De Courcy
G. Henderson, Old Bailey, 1847
An illustrated women's magazine; includes extracts from novels, short stories, reviews, aphorisms, songs, philosophical discussions, and detailed descriptions of the latest clothing fashions from London and Paris.
 

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Página 194 - Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake...
Página 366 - A smaller earth — gives us his blaze again, Void of its flame, and sheds a softer day. Now through the passing cloud she seems to stoop, Now up the pure cerulean rides sublime. Wide the pale deluge floats, and streaming mild O'er the sky'd mountain to the shadowy vale, 'While rocks and floods reflect the quivering gleam, 1009 The whole air whitens with a boundless tide Of silver radiance, trembling round the world.
Página 366 - The vapours throws. Where creeping waters ooze, Where marshes stagnate, and where rivers wind, Cluster the rolling fogs, and swim along The dusky-mantled lawn. Meanwhile the Moon, Full-orbed, and breaking through the scattered clouds, Shows her broad visage in the crimsoned east.
Página 237 - It was not until after perhaps an hour, that I bethought me of the want of good feeling, not to say of politeness, in making these two individuals feel that they were the only strangers. I addressed some few indifferent words to the old gentleman, who replied readily and freely, and we soon got into a steady and interesting conversation. He now, of his own accord, requested me as a favour to exchange seats, as riding backward affected him. This change brought me alongside the daughter ; not a little...
Página 298 - The first step in taste is to dislike all artifice ; the next is to demand nature in her perfection ; but the best of all is to find out the hidden beauty, which is the soul of beauty itself, to wit, the sentiment of it. The loveliest hair is nothing, if the wearer is incapable of a grace. The finest eyes are not fine, if they say nothing. What is the finest harp to...
Página 129 - ... tread upon, and the chairs by far too elegant to sit down on. The voice of Sir Arthur Bradley encouraged the youth ; and after the first shock was over, and when he saw with his own eyes that persons actually were sitting on these very fine chairs, and were apparently insensible to the awful beauty of the furniture, he, also, at Sir Arthur's invitation, seated himself Having thus deposited himself, he was next at a loss what to do with his fingers and his eyes ; and having looked at the rest...
Página 40 - ... that leaps along Seems weary of its bubbling song, And, so soft its waters creep, Tired silence sinks in sounder sleep. The cricket on its banks is dumb, The very flies forget to hum ; And, save the waggon rocking round, The landscape sleeps without a sound. The breeze is stopt, the lazy bough Hath not a leaf that dances now; The tottergrass upon the hill, And spiders...
Página 40 - And chequer'd field and grassy plain Hum, with their summer songs again, A requiem to the day's decline, Whose setting sunbeams coolly shine, As welcome to day's feeble powers As falling dews to thirsty flowers.
Página 128 - Seasons, the agricultural operatives would pass by gazing with astonishment at the wondrous youth who could find a pleasure in reading; for it was a striking peculiarity of the lads of the village to think that they had read quite enough at school, and to regard reading for pleasure with as much astonishment as they would look upon amateur hedging and ditching. By the instrumentality of the parish clerk, and the parson to boot, the fame of Ferdinand reached the Hall...
Página 137 - As monumental bronze unchanged his look : A soul that pity touch'd, but never shook : Train'd, from his tree-rock'd cradle to his bier, The fierce extremes of good and ill to brook Impassive — fearing but the shame of fear — A stoic of the woods — a man without a tear.

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