Tinsley's Magazine, 21. kötetTinsley Brothers, 1877 |
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... hard to edge away from her , just as all the friends of prosperous days had done . After a while she raised her head , and , still kneeling on the attic - floor , surveyed her possession with a ghost of a smile . ' So this , of all I ...
... hard to edge away from her , just as all the friends of prosperous days had done . After a while she raised her head , and , still kneeling on the attic - floor , surveyed her possession with a ghost of a smile . ' So this , of all I ...
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... hard face with wide - open startled eyes of curiosity and interest . ' How much does she owe you , ma'am - how much ? " ' What's that to you ? Some- where about five pounds or so . ' Nell recoiled visibly , while her face fell . She ...
... hard face with wide - open startled eyes of curiosity and interest . ' How much does she owe you , ma'am - how much ? " ' What's that to you ? Some- where about five pounds or so . ' Nell recoiled visibly , while her face fell . She ...
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... hard . I will take him some day when I go on a tramp . ' Nell looked up frightened , and laid down her piece of butterless bread . ' Father , it would kill him to walk so far ! ' ' Oh , I am well now and strong , ' cried Lennard . ' I ...
... hard . I will take him some day when I go on a tramp . ' Nell looked up frightened , and laid down her piece of butterless bread . ' Father , it would kill him to walk so far ! ' ' Oh , I am well now and strong , ' cried Lennard . ' I ...
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... hard . She could be cruel , with the cruelty of the pan- ther , to which she has been likened before . The man stood and looked at her with trouble in his eyes , and her fierce manner drove the blood from his face , A Maddening Blow . 15.
... hard . She could be cruel , with the cruelty of the pan- ther , to which she has been likened before . The man stood and looked at her with trouble in his eyes , and her fierce manner drove the blood from his face , A Maddening Blow . 15.
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... hard in both curiosity and admiration . It was no marvel . A more brilliantly beautiful face than the filmy veil revealed could scarcely have been looked on anywhere . With her soft rounded cheeks ablaze with speed and excitement , her ...
... hard in both curiosity and admiration . It was no marvel . A more brilliantly beautiful face than the filmy veil revealed could scarcely have been looked on anywhere . With her soft rounded cheeks ablaze with speed and excitement , her ...
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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!