The King's College Magazine, 2. kötetHoulston and Hughes, 1842 |
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... Spenton visits her ; she sees no one else ; I have lain me down outside her door , and have heard her sob and breathe thy name until I could not listen for sorrow . I dared not tell her I was there , lest she should send me away . O ...
... Spenton visits her ; she sees no one else ; I have lain me down outside her door , and have heard her sob and breathe thy name until I could not listen for sorrow . I dared not tell her I was there , lest she should send me away . O ...
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... Spenton had been made inadvertently a sharer in their captivity . Short time , however , was left for Heringford to make any reflections upon his prospects , for the shrieks of Kate Westrill , demanding aid against Spenton , prompted ...
... Spenton had been made inadvertently a sharer in their captivity . Short time , however , was left for Heringford to make any reflections upon his prospects , for the shrieks of Kate Westrill , demanding aid against Spenton , prompted ...
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Spenton accordingly , his wound having been found trivial , was tightly bound ; and Edward , having gagged his mouth to prevent him from calling assistance , deposited him safely in the adjoining room : returning then to Kate Westrill ...
Spenton accordingly , his wound having been found trivial , was tightly bound ; and Edward , having gagged his mouth to prevent him from calling assistance , deposited him safely in the adjoining room : returning then to Kate Westrill ...
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... Spenton remaining bound in the next room , and Curts diligently on guard without . The hour of twilight was passed ; darkness crept on ; the stars shot forth , one after the other ; the night breeze rustled cold among the trees , and ...
... Spenton remaining bound in the next room , and Curts diligently on guard without . The hour of twilight was passed ; darkness crept on ; the stars shot forth , one after the other ; the night breeze rustled cold among the trees , and ...
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... Spenton , -who , wearied by exertions to get free , lay now dreaming where he had been placed by Heringford , —they returned to the passage , once more locked and barred the door , carefully replaced the barricades , and , descending ...
... Spenton , -who , wearied by exertions to get free , lay now dreaming where he had been placed by Heringford , —they returned to the passage , once more locked and barred the door , carefully replaced the barricades , and , descending ...
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194. oldal - I loved Ophelia: forty thousand brothers Could not with all their quantity of love, Make up my sum.
481. oldal - Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha! here's three on's are sophisticated! Thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.
255. oldal - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields or waves or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain?
303. oldal - Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! let the earth hide thee ! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with.
305. oldal - If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended: That you have but slumbered here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: If you pardon, we will mend.
193. oldal - Remember thee! Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there...
232. oldal - tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all.
302. oldal - And thou opposed, being of no woman born, Yet I will try the last. Before my body I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff, And damn'd be him that first cries 'Hold, enough!
429. oldal - Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
301. oldal - The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast ; — Lady M. What do you mean ? Macb. Still it cried, Sleep no more ! to all the house : Glamis hath murdered sleep; and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more ; Macbeth shall sleep no more .