Macmillan's Magazine, 53. kötetMacmillan and Company, 1886 |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 85 találatból.
18. oldal
... round them . It is true that under English auspices attempts were made to develop the postal system for the benefit of the Ottoman Government ; but such was the obstruction offered by Turkish officials , in many cases prompted from ...
... round them . It is true that under English auspices attempts were made to develop the postal system for the benefit of the Ottoman Government ; but such was the obstruction offered by Turkish officials , in many cases prompted from ...
29. oldal
... round that glorious old library of Merton - the oldest , probably , and most perfect book - retreat in the world - if haply on the ear of imagination might fall the ghostly footsteps of Duns Scotus still restlessly pacing the bricked ...
... round that glorious old library of Merton - the oldest , probably , and most perfect book - retreat in the world - if haply on the ear of imagination might fall the ghostly footsteps of Duns Scotus still restlessly pacing the bricked ...
30. oldal
... round every pond they crowd , solemn , silent , earnest , like adjutant birds beside some In- dian tank . In all my walks I never saw a fish landed , nor so much even as a bobbing float . But the fishers fished on for ever . I verily ...
... round every pond they crowd , solemn , silent , earnest , like adjutant birds beside some In- dian tank . In all my walks I never saw a fish landed , nor so much even as a bobbing float . But the fishers fished on for ever . I verily ...
31. oldal
... round you . There , on that little knoll , with the breeze singing through the pines overhead— for how still soever it be elsewhere , there is always a breeze on the Hurst - while " the bleating of the folded flocks " comes faintly from ...
... round you . There , on that little knoll , with the breeze singing through the pines overhead— for how still soever it be elsewhere , there is always a breeze on the Hurst - while " the bleating of the folded flocks " comes faintly from ...
32. oldal
... round the walls , rare to look at , but a very Siege Perilous for the weary traveller . Miss Bunsby - if Miss Bunsby it was who served my ale - fills pretty Cicely's part not unworthily . But the grace granted Tressilian was not mine ...
... round the walls , rare to look at , but a very Siege Perilous for the weary traveller . Miss Bunsby - if Miss Bunsby it was who served my ale - fills pretty Cicely's part not unworthily . But the grace granted Tressilian was not mine ...
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Macmillan's Magazine, 58. kötet David Masson,George Grove,John Morley,Mowbray Morris Teljes nézet - 1888 |
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188. oldal - He, above the rest In shape and gesture proudly eminent, Stood like a tower. His form had yet not lost All her original brightness, nor appeared Less than Archangel ruined, and the excess Of glory obscured...
14. oldal - I have of late— but wherefore I know not— lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
191. oldal - Is the night chilly and dark ? The night is chilly, but not dark. The thin gray cloud is spread on high, It covers but not hides the sky. The moon is behind, and at the full ; And yet she looks both small and dull. The night is chill, the cloud is gray : Tis a month before the month of May, And the Spring comes slowly up this way.
88. oldal - Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things And battles long ago; Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of today Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
384. oldal - Tho' world on world in myriad myriads roll Round us, each with different powers, And other forms of life than ours, What know we greater than the soul?
190. oldal - Sweet flower ! for by that name at last, When all my reveries are past, I call thee, and to that cleave fast, Sweet silent creature ! That breath'st with me in sun and air, Do thou, as thou art wont, repair My heart with gladness, and a share Of thy meek nature ! TO THE SAME FLOWER.
149. oldal - There is neither speech nor language : but their voices are heard among them. Their sound is gone out into all lands : and their words into the ends of the world.
189. oldal - Archangel ; but his face Deep scars of thunder had intrenched, and care Sat on his faded cheek ; but under brows Of dauntless courage, and considerate pride Waiting revenge.
327. oldal - The Poet writes under one restriction only, namely, the necessity of giving immediate pleasure to a human Being possessed of that information which may be expected from him, not as a lawyer, a physician, a mariner, an astronomer, or a natural philosopher, but as a Man.
441. oldal - It is not for kings, O Lemuel, it is not for kings to drink wine ; nor for princes strong drink : 5 Lest they drink, and forget the law, and pervert the judgment of any of the afflicted.