Tinsley's Magazine, 21. kötetTinsley Brothers, 1877 |
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14. oldal
... Pierce , turning quickly , went towards him . ' I have got the orders , Miss Ur- sula ; seats for two , just one row back from where you sat last time . ' ' Oh , give them me ! -let me look ! How good you are ! ' ' Not at all -- don't ...
... Pierce , turning quickly , went towards him . ' I have got the orders , Miss Ur- sula ; seats for two , just one row back from where you sat last time . ' ' Oh , give them me ! -let me look ! How good you are ! ' ' Not at all -- don't ...
19. oldal
... Pierce were remarkable features in her face . Now and then they softened into the radiance of sum- mer stars , but mostly they ' burnt ' like uncanny fires . As she sat now , her head thrown slightly back , her hands clasped firmly ...
... Pierce were remarkable features in her face . Now and then they softened into the radiance of sum- mer stars , but mostly they ' burnt ' like uncanny fires . As she sat now , her head thrown slightly back , her hands clasped firmly ...
20. oldal
... Pierce - from pity ! My flesh and blood would never stand that ! I swear I would rather a thousand times live homeless and in rags , or die like a dog in a gutter ! ' Her bold and startling vehe- mence , her hard accents , her wild ...
... Pierce - from pity ! My flesh and blood would never stand that ! I swear I would rather a thousand times live homeless and in rags , or die like a dog in a gutter ! ' Her bold and startling vehe- mence , her hard accents , her wild ...
22. oldal
... Pierce had a bent like his , and for nearly twelve months the two had been thrown together in the intimate companionship of mas- ter and pupil . Thus while Ralph Pierce followed his mysterious life , leaving 22 A Maddening Blow .
... Pierce had a bent like his , and for nearly twelve months the two had been thrown together in the intimate companionship of mas- ter and pupil . Thus while Ralph Pierce followed his mysterious life , leaving 22 A Maddening Blow .
23. oldal
... Pierce enter places that would have cast suspicion on an anchorite - low drinking - houses and haunts of evil repute , which Bernard believed could only be the resort of depraved morals and per- verted taste . It was well for Ur- sula ...
... Pierce enter places that would have cast suspicion on an anchorite - low drinking - houses and haunts of evil repute , which Bernard believed could only be the resort of depraved morals and per- verted taste . It was well for Ur- sula ...
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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!