Tinsley's Magazine, 21. kötetTinsley Brothers, 1877 |
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20. oldal
... less , and well - nigh fatherless it seems to me ! But you must not attempt to marry me - Ursula 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 ...
... less , and well - nigh fatherless it seems to me ! But you must not attempt to marry me - Ursula 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 ...
21. oldal
... less pre- pared to enter hand in hand the hard struggle that married life often is than this newly - wedded couple . Ursula , with a remnant of her old vehemence , flung aside her bonnet and veil , and then stood , red and pale by turns ...
... less pre- pared to enter hand in hand the hard struggle that married life often is than this newly - wedded couple . Ursula , with a remnant of her old vehemence , flung aside her bonnet and veil , and then stood , red and pale by turns ...
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... less population than can be counted in the United British North American provinces . Lovell's Gazetteer of this wonderful region contains descriptions of over 6000 cities , towns , and villages , and the names , localities , and ex ...
... less population than can be counted in the United British North American provinces . Lovell's Gazetteer of this wonderful region contains descriptions of over 6000 cities , towns , and villages , and the names , localities , and ex ...
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... less , mistress of the mansion . The ' gentleman by her side ' is Archie Foster , a nephew . The third and fourth of the party are brother and sister - Charles Norton and Char- lotte Norton . The former is a confidential clerk in Mr ...
... less , mistress of the mansion . The ' gentleman by her side ' is Archie Foster , a nephew . The third and fourth of the party are brother and sister - Charles Norton and Char- lotte Norton . The former is a confidential clerk in Mr ...
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... less ? No ! what then ? This . It was a bright morning in Feb- ruary , rather warm for the time of year , and the day appointed for Edith's departure for a change of air , recommended as a thorough restorative . Charles Norton had left ...
... less ? No ! what then ? This . It was a bright morning in Feb- ruary , rather warm for the time of year , and the day appointed for Edith's departure for a change of air , recommended as a thorough restorative . Charles Norton had left ...
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answered appeared arms asked beautiful believe Bernard better brought cheek child close coming course cousin cried dear door dress eyes face father fear feel fell felt followed Gaillefontaine gave girl give gone half hand happy hard head hear heard heart hope hour Hugh Italy John Lock Joseph Keane keep kind knew lady late laugh leave Lennard less light Lily lips live look married matter mean mind Miss morning mother nature never night once passed Pierce play poor present René rest Rose round seemed seen side smile speak stood strange sure taken tears tell thing thought tion told took true turned Ursula voice walked wife wish woman wonder young
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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!