The Gentleman's Magazine, 234. kötetF. Jefferies, 1873 |
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8. oldal
... happy in tears and made holy with truth . 66 ' O gardens of God , new - planted below ! Shall rivers be red ? Shall day be night ? " And he stood in the wood with his face to the foe , And apart with his buckler and sword for the fight ...
... happy in tears and made holy with truth . 66 ' O gardens of God , new - planted below ! Shall rivers be red ? Shall day be night ? " And he stood in the wood with his face to the foe , And apart with his buckler and sword for the fight ...
10. oldal
... happy creature I used to see there . Will Harry recognise in this woe - begone , hollow - eyed spectre the young wife he left a few months ago ? Were my hair only grey I should look quite old . How shall I tell him ? In the first hour ...
... happy creature I used to see there . Will Harry recognise in this woe - begone , hollow - eyed spectre the young wife he left a few months ago ? Were my hair only grey I should look quite old . How shall I tell him ? In the first hour ...
12. oldal
... happy unconcern . A year ago I began to be uneasy because I was asked to pay a milliner by whom I had at first been begged to get into debt . Harry was just then very much worried about his own affairs , and I felt that I would rather ...
... happy unconcern . A year ago I began to be uneasy because I was asked to pay a milliner by whom I had at first been begged to get into debt . Harry was just then very much worried about his own affairs , and I felt that I would rather ...
16. oldal
... happy again I shall not want to keep a diary , but during Harry's absence I feel it like a friend in sympathy with ... happy with simple pleasures , " she says to me again and again , " and in helping others . There is the secret of a ...
... happy again I shall not want to keep a diary , but during Harry's absence I feel it like a friend in sympathy with ... happy with simple pleasures , " she says to me again and again , " and in helping others . There is the secret of a ...
17. oldal
... happy together of late , and he naturally guessed it was your husband who was in the wrong . You he never suspected his youngest , his favourite . " Here she clasped me close with many kisses . " But now there is nothing to conceal ...
... happy together of late , and he naturally guessed it was your husband who was in the wrong . You he never suspected his youngest , his favourite . " Here she clasped me close with many kisses . " But now there is nothing to conceal ...
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324. oldal - tis no matter; honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on? how then? Can honour set to a leg? no: or an arm? no: or take away the grief of a wound? no. Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? no. What is honour? a word. What is that word, honour? air. A trim reckoning! — Who hath it? he that died o
648. oldal - But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain, But with the motion of all elements Courses as swift as thought in every power, And gives to every power a double power Above their functions and their offices.
311. oldal - How could communities, Degrees in schools, and brotherhoods in cities, Peaceful commerce from dividable shores, The primoyenitive and due of birth, Prerogative of age, crowns, sceptres, laurels, But by Degree stand in authentic place ? Take but Degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows ! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy.
315. oldal - Of every hearer; for it so falls out That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value, then we find The virtue that possession would not show us Whiles it was ours.
313. oldal - tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills are gardeners : so that if we will plant nettles, or sow lettuce ; set hyssop, and weed up thyme ; supply it with one gender of herbs, or distract it with many ; either to have it steril with idleness, or manured with industry, — why, the power and corrigible authority of this lies in our wills.
311. oldal - The heavens themselves, the planets, and this centre Observe degree, priority, and place, Insisture, course, proportion, season, form, Office, and custom, in all line of order...
653. oldal - In the corrupted currents of this world Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice, And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law...
648. oldal - O thou goddess, Thou divine Nature, how thyself thou blazon'st In these two princely boys! They are as gentle As zephyrs, blowing below the violet, Not wagging his sweet head: and yet as rough, Their royal blood enchafd, as the rud'st wind, That by the top doth take the mountain pine, And make him stoop to the vale.
419. oldal - A fool, a fool ! I met a fool i' the forest, A motley fool ; — a miserable world : — As I do live by food, I met a fool ; Who laid him down and bask'd him in the sun, And rail'd on lady Fortune in good terms, In good set terms, — and yet a motley fool. Good morrow, fool, quoth I : No, sir...
634. oldal - Be absolute for death; either death, or life, Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with life,— If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep...