Tinsley's Magazine, 21. kötetTinsley Brothers, 1877 |
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... Joseph Hatton Hands and Hearts . By the Author of ' The First Tear , ' & c . Holidays . By W. W. Fenn Joseph II . By Fanny Power Cobbe . Found in the Snow . By Ellen Mar , author of ' Loyal and True , ' ' May Fairfax , ' & c . In Five ...
... Joseph Hatton Hands and Hearts . By the Author of ' The First Tear , ' & c . Holidays . By W. W. Fenn Joseph II . By Fanny Power Cobbe . Found in the Snow . By Ellen Mar , author of ' Loyal and True , ' ' May Fairfax , ' & c . In Five ...
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... republican freedom with monarchical strength and dignity . Let the Dominion take a king from the English princes , and join the great family of nations . JOSEPH HATTON . I HAVE not a tale of heroics to tell . 34 The Future of Canada .
... republican freedom with monarchical strength and dignity . Let the Dominion take a king from the English princes , and join the great family of nations . JOSEPH HATTON . I HAVE not a tale of heroics to tell . 34 The Future of Canada .
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... information , or whether you prefer communica- tions to be forwarded through my hands . Awaiting your reply , I am , madame , very obediently yours , ' JOSEPH GRAY . ' René bit her lips as she read , and her Two Knaves and a Queen . 67.
... information , or whether you prefer communica- tions to be forwarded through my hands . Awaiting your reply , I am , madame , very obediently yours , ' JOSEPH GRAY . ' René bit her lips as she read , and her Two Knaves and a Queen . 67.
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... Joseph Locksley . ' ' Hush ! - Like you , I have changed my name without royal permission " John Lock , " at your service , and too fast a friend of yours to leave you just when we have met again . ' Friends ! I have no friends , want ...
... Joseph Locksley . ' ' Hush ! - Like you , I have changed my name without royal permission " John Lock , " at your service , and too fast a friend of yours to leave you just when we have met again . ' Friends ! I have no friends , want ...
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... Joseph Locksley , I have duties to my fellow - men and atonement to make . It is only such people as you saw me with to - night that I dare approach , even in a holy cause . I cannot forget that bitter past ; but while God gives me ...
... Joseph Locksley , I have duties to my fellow - men and atonement to make . It is only such people as you saw me with to - night that I dare approach , even in a holy cause . I cannot forget that bitter past ; but while God gives me ...
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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.
262. oldal - Thus, like some wild-flaming, wild-thundering train of Heaven's Artillery, does this mysterious MANKIND thunder and flame, in long-drawn, quicksucceeding grandeur, through the unknown Deep. Thus, like a God-created, fire-breathing Spirit-host, we emerge from the Inane ; haste stormfully across the astonished Earth ; then plunge again into the Inane.
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...
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. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying : Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
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!