Macmillan's Magazine, 59. kötetMacmillan and Company, 1889 |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 82 találatból.
5. oldal
... spirit his sense of personal danger was so far absorbed that he speculated on the chance bullet in the mêlée that might end his folly and relieve him of responsibility . Shut up in a barn with a furious woman , in a lawless defence of ...
... spirit his sense of personal danger was so far absorbed that he speculated on the chance bullet in the mêlée that might end his folly and relieve him of responsibility . Shut up in a barn with a furious woman , in a lawless defence of ...
12. oldal
... spirit that he seemed to hear his own name faintly wafted upon the air . He turned quickly ; it was Cressy , panting behind him ! Even then , in her white closely gathered skirts , her bared head and graceful arching neck bent forward ...
... spirit that he seemed to hear his own name faintly wafted upon the air . He turned quickly ; it was Cressy , panting behind him ! Even then , in her white closely gathered skirts , her bared head and graceful arching neck bent forward ...
21. oldal
... spirit of the place , though the feelings expressed in it are an exquisite sum- mary of those sensations of pathetic interest which any rational man feels at the sight of a great school . And yet , though the attitude of the teacher of ...
... spirit of the place , though the feelings expressed in it are an exquisite sum- mary of those sensations of pathetic interest which any rational man feels at the sight of a great school . And yet , though the attitude of the teacher of ...
22. oldal
... spirits with leaden dulness . In one of his early letters he speaks of it as the land indicated by the prophet , where the ruined houses were full of owls and doleful creatures . He often could not bring himself to go there , and once ...
... spirits with leaden dulness . In one of his early letters he speaks of it as the land indicated by the prophet , where the ruined houses were full of owls and doleful creatures . He often could not bring himself to go there , and once ...
28. oldal
... spirits , my situation , my employments , or my fertility ; the days and the nights pass , and I am never the nearer ... spirit has moved me in my life , may easily give credit to what I say . " The great Doctor , whose favourite maxim ...
... spirits , my situation , my employments , or my fertility ; the days and the nights pass , and I am never the nearer ... spirit has moved me in my life , may easily give credit to what I say . " The great Doctor , whose favourite maxim ...
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Macmillan's Magazine, 58. kötet David Masson,George Grove,John Morley,Mowbray Morris Teljes nézet - 1888 |
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aboard Alfoxden answered arms army asked Beauclerk beautiful Bennet Langton bimetallism boatswain brig British Broadwater Bryce cabin called captain chief mate Coleridge crew cried d'Aubigné dark deck doubt England English exclaimed eyes face Familistère fancy feel fellow forecastle friends give glance Gordon half-blood hand head heard heart Indian Johnny King lady Langton Leigh Hunt less letters light lived look master mate McKinstry ment mind Miss Grant Musgrave Nether Stowey never night Northstow once passed perhaps Photini poem poet poetry Pogson political round sail sailors seemed Seth Seth Davis ship side sight Smaragda spirit Spiro stand stood sure talk tell there's thing thought tion Tom Poole Tony Topham Beauclerk turned Uncle Ben Vallery vessel voice Volterra voyage walked whilst whole words writing
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251. oldal - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
230. oldal - But methinks he should stand in fear of fire, being burnt i' the hand for stealing of sheep. [Aside. CADE. Be brave then ; for your captain is brave, and vows reformation. There shall be, in England, seven halfpenny loaves sold for a penny : the threehooped pot shall have ten hoops ; and I will make it felony to drink small beer: all the realm shall be in common, and in Cheapside shall my palfrey go to grass.
420. oldal - PRINCE, was a violator of his word, a libertine over head and ears in debt and disgrace, a despiser of domestic ties, the companion of gamblers and demireps, a man who has just closed half a century without one single claim on the gratitude of his country or the respect of posterity...
231. oldal - Where he should find you lions, finds you hares, Where foxes, geese: you are no surer, no, Than is the coal of fire upon the ice, Or hailstone in the sun.
32. oldal - Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge ; it is the impassioned expression which is in the countenance of all Science.
253. oldal - ... feels contempt For any living thing, hath faculties Which he has never used; that thought with him Is in its infancy. The man, whose eye Is ever on himself, doth look on one, The least of nature's works, one who might move The wise man to that scorn which wisdom holds Unlawful, ever.
253. oldal - If thou be one whose heart the holy forms Of young imagination have kept pure, Stranger ! henceforth be warned; and know, that pride, Howe'er disguised in its own majesty, Is littleness; that he, who feels contempt For any living thing, hath faculties Which he has never used; that thought with him 50 Is in its infancy.
227. oldal - Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold. There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings. Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubim; Such harmony is in immortal souls; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
248. oldal - IT is the first mild day of March : Each minute sweeter than before, The redbreast sings from the tall larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees, and mountains bare And grass in the green field.
109. oldal - Ay, said Mr Malice, for I hate the very looks of him. Then said Mr Love-lust, I could never endure him. Nor I, said Mr Live-loose, for he would always be condemning my way.