Tinsley's Magazine, 21. kötetTinsley Brothers, 1877 |
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9. oldal
... asked kindly after us all . ' ' Did she speak of mother ? ' ' Yes , oh yes , with tears in her eyes . ' ' God bless her ! ' and Weston dashed away himself the glittering drops that hung upon his lashes . ' Lennard , ' he went on , in a ...
... asked kindly after us all . ' ' Did she speak of mother ? ' ' Yes , oh yes , with tears in her eyes . ' ' God bless her ! ' and Weston dashed away himself the glittering drops that hung upon his lashes . ' Lennard , ' he went on , in a ...
12. oldal
... asked Lennard , whose conscience was very tender . ' Of course it is , ' the girl said promptly , ' when it is for his real good . ' ' I won't say a word . ' There was a momentary silence , then Nell spoke again . ' Those flowers father ...
... asked Lennard , whose conscience was very tender . ' Of course it is , ' the girl said promptly , ' when it is for his real good . ' ' I won't say a word . ' There was a momentary silence , then Nell spoke again . ' Those flowers father ...
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... asked . Father will never let me go to the theatre . She would not have liked it . It's only men who buy flowers there . ' Lennard turned as white as a sheet , and his eyes fell . ? ' ' Do you want me to go ? ' If you would - if you ...
... asked . Father will never let me go to the theatre . She would not have liked it . It's only men who buy flowers there . ' Lennard turned as white as a sheet , and his eyes fell . ? ' ' Do you want me to go ? ' If you would - if you ...
18. oldal
... asked me what made my eyelids so very heavy in the morning , and I didn't like to tell you ; but it is this — this ! ' ' My poor girl ! ' ' I know that such a life does father harm , ' sobbed Ursula , in her impetuous grief ; for he ...
... asked me what made my eyelids so very heavy in the morning , and I didn't like to tell you ; but it is this — this ! ' ' My poor girl ! ' ' I know that such a life does father harm , ' sobbed Ursula , in her impetuous grief ; for he ...
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... asked that question again . " To a clergyman's . I have a special licence in my pocket , and I mean to make you my wife , Ursula ! It is a rash step , a wrong step even , for our marriage will be unsanctioned by kith or kin . But I am ...
... asked that question again . " To a clergyman's . I have a special licence in my pocket , and I mean to make you my wife , Ursula ! It is a rash step , a wrong step even , for our marriage will be unsanctioned by kith or kin . But I am ...
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141. oldal - Arms, take your last embrace ! and, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death ! Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide ! Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark. Here's to my love ! \Drinks.} O true apothecary ! Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.
260. oldal - To-night I saw the sun set: he set and left behind The good old year, the dear old time, and all my peace of mind; And the...
258. oldal - HENCE, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy! Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings...
259. oldal - YE who listen with credulity to the whispers of fancy, and pursue with eagerness the phantoms of hope; who expect that age will perform the promises of youth, and that the deficiencies of the present day will be supplied by the morrow ; attend to the history of Rasselas, Prince of Abyssinia.
260. oldal - There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
261. oldal - The genius making me no answer, I turned about to address myself to him a second time, but I found that he had left me; I then turned again to the vision which I had been so long contemplating, but instead of the rolling tide, the arched bridge, and the happy islands, I saw nothing but the long hollow valley of Bagdat, with oxen, sheep, and camels grazing upon the sides of it.
259. oldal - The young men saw me, and hid themselves : and the aged arose, and stood up. The princes refrained talking, and laid their hand on their mouth. The nobles held their peace, and their tongue cleaved to the roof of their mouth.
145. oldal - Kent. Vex not his ghost. O, let him pass! He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
258. oldal - THE splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story : The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory.
262. oldal - But whence ?—O Heaven, whither ? Sense knows not; Faith knows not; only that it is through Mystery to Mystery, from God and to God. ' " We are such stuff As Dreams are made of, and our little Life Is rounded with a sleep!