Macmillan's Magazine, 59. kötetMacmillan and Company, 1889 |
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... Young ; by THOMAS HODGKIN Turkish Democrat , A ; by C. J. CORNISH Volterra ; by MRS . Ross . PAGE 67 146 161 264 321 401 371 115 254 304 178 36 338 358 · 363 . 125 121 • 48 41 232 468 452 297 MACMILLAN'S MAGAZINE . VOLUMES I. TO LIX ...
... Young ; by THOMAS HODGKIN Turkish Democrat , A ; by C. J. CORNISH Volterra ; by MRS . Ross . PAGE 67 146 161 264 321 401 371 115 254 304 178 36 338 358 · 363 . 125 121 • 48 41 232 468 452 297 MACMILLAN'S MAGAZINE . VOLUMES I. TO LIX ...
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... ? That Ben Dabney ? " " Yes ; he's Daubigny , who bought the title from us . " There was a momentary hush , and then a hurried murmur . " Which means , gents , " rose Uncle Ben's voice persuasively , " that this yer young man Cressy . 7.
... ? That Ben Dabney ? " " Yes ; he's Daubigny , who bought the title from us . " There was a momentary hush , and then a hurried murmur . " Which means , gents , " rose Uncle Ben's voice persuasively , " that this yer young man Cressy . 7.
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... young lovers there had been no suggestion of the future , nor any of those glowing projects for a united destiny peculiar to their years and inexperience . They had lived entirely in a blissful present , with no plans beyond their next ...
... young lovers there had been no suggestion of the future , nor any of those glowing projects for a united destiny peculiar to their years and inexperience . They had lived entirely in a blissful present , with no plans beyond their next ...
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... young tutor with his good fortune ? " " No , sir , " returned Rupert bright- ening ; " he promises to take me to Sacramento with him as his private secretary or confidential clerk , you know , ef - ef- - " he hesitated again with very ...
... young tutor with his good fortune ? " " No , sir , " returned Rupert bright- ening ; " he promises to take me to Sacramento with him as his private secretary or confidential clerk , you know , ef - ef- - " he hesitated again with very ...
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... young man's neck , offered the end of it to his mouth , and on his sternly declining it , took it in her own . Yet even her ignorance of what had really happened did not account to the master for the indifference of her long silence ...
... young man's neck , offered the end of it to his mouth , and on his sternly declining it , took it in her own . Yet even her ignorance of what had really happened did not account to the master for the indifference of her long silence ...
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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.