The Magazine of the beau monde; or, Monthly journal of fashion [afterw.] The Nouveau beau monde; or Magazine of fashion1831 |
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Page 82
... flounce . Ceinture and cravat , rose and green . Fichu montant of embroidered muslin , and lace collerette . White capote , lined with rose . Black prunella brodequins . A printed jaconet dress , small close designs of a violet pale ...
... flounce . Ceinture and cravat , rose and green . Fichu montant of embroidered muslin , and lace collerette . White capote , lined with rose . Black prunella brodequins . A printed jaconet dress , small close designs of a violet pale ...
Page 86
... flounce in thick gathers . A white gauze scarf . White gros de Naples hat , small round open shape , square flat crown , ornamented with a striped ribbon coque , edged with blond , nauds , and flowers ; striped gauze ribbon ties . The ...
... flounce in thick gathers . A white gauze scarf . White gros de Naples hat , small round open shape , square flat crown , ornamented with a striped ribbon coque , edged with blond , nauds , and flowers ; striped gauze ribbon ties . The ...
Page 109
... flounce of white lace ; the skirt wide open towards the bottom , trimmed with a ruche ; the outside corsage half - high mounting , flat , closed en coeur and ornamented with a mantilla of white lace , which formed pélerine over the back ...
... flounce of white lace ; the skirt wide open towards the bottom , trimmed with a ruche ; the outside corsage half - high mounting , flat , closed en coeur and ornamented with a mantilla of white lace , which formed pélerine over the back ...
Page 154
... flounces up to their knees , a pink parasol in one hand , and a pocket - handkerchief dan- gling from the other ; neatly folded and carried with the handsome prayer - book , in the pretty fashion that so well becomes that fair modest ...
... flounces up to their knees , a pink parasol in one hand , and a pocket - handkerchief dan- gling from the other ; neatly folded and carried with the handsome prayer - book , in the pretty fashion that so well becomes that fair modest ...
Page 162
... flounced petticoats ; nothing is so becoming as to see sisters all dressed alike . Julia , love , keep your veil down at Mrs. Finche's . Anne , don't forget to offer to show Miss Dashford all the pleasant walks about S , really , I ...
... flounced petticoats ; nothing is so becoming as to see sisters all dressed alike . Julia , love , keep your veil down at Mrs. Finche's . Anne , don't forget to offer to show Miss Dashford all the pleasant walks about S , really , I ...
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Page 3 - That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn...
Page 3 - I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
Page 3 - Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these. I bind the Sun's throne with a burning zone And the Moon's with a girdle of pearl ; The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim, When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl. From cape to cape, with a bridge-like shape, Over a torrent sea, Sunbeam proof, I hang like a roof, The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the powers of the air are chained...
Page 102 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...
Page 3 - Over earth and ocean with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea...
Page 83 - This grove is wild with tangling underwood, And the trim walks are broken up, and grass, Thin grass and king-cups grow within the paths. But never elsewhere in one place I knew So many nightingales; and far and near, In wood and thicket, over the wide grove, They answer and provoke each other's song, With skirmish and capricious passagings, And murmurs musical and swift jug jug, And one low piping sound more sweet than all...
Page 3 - May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these.
Page 3 - Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream, The Spirit he loves remains; And I all the while bask in Heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains. The sanguine Sunrise, with his meteor eyes, And his burning plumes outspread...
Page 137 - There is none In all this cold and hollow world, no fount Of deep, strong, deathless love, save that within A mother's heart.
Page 131 - Ah ! fleeter far than fleetest storm or steed, Or the death they bear, The heart which tender thought clothes like a dove With the wings of care ; In the battle, in the darkness, in the need, Shall mine cling to thee, Nor claim one smile for all the comfort, love, It may bring to thee.