Tinsley's Magazine, 21. kötetTinsley Brothers, 1877 |
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17. oldal
... tell me what all this means ; and for mercy's sake put down your veil ; we shall be mobbed here , if you don't ! ' Ursula lifted her hand and felt for the veil . ' It is gone ! ' she said piteously ; and these people stare so ...
... tell me what all this means ; and for mercy's sake put down your veil ; we shall be mobbed here , if you don't ! ' Ursula lifted her hand and felt for the veil . ' It is gone ! ' she said piteously ; and these people stare so ...
18. oldal
... 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 returns so white and worn and haggard , that my heart aches to look at him ; but ...
... 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 returns so white and worn and haggard , that my heart aches to look at him ; but ...
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... tell . Simply the story of a man who , weighed in the balance , was not found wanting ; who , tried in the fire , was found pure . Thus much as an introduction for my hero , who shall be judged by the women . For my heroine - know , men ...
... tell . Simply the story of a man who , weighed in the balance , was not found wanting ; who , tried in the fire , was found pure . Thus much as an introduction for my hero , who shall be judged by the women . For my heroine - know , men ...
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... tell a father , your master , that you love his daughter , and want his consent to an engagement with her , seems twice too long . So Charles Norton thought , and said to himself that had it been ' ten seconds ' he would have felt more ...
... tell a father , your master , that you love his daughter , and want his consent to an engagement with her , seems twice too long . So Charles Norton thought , and said to himself that had it been ' ten seconds ' he would have felt more ...
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... tell you she is dying , and you can save her . You will do so , will you not ? ' And Mr. Foster , in the sudden outburst which followed Charles's startling reply , and which struck his hearer like an electric shock , leant over the ...
... tell you she is dying , and you can save her . You will do so , will you not ? ' And Mr. Foster , in the sudden outburst which followed Charles's startling reply , and which struck his hearer like an electric shock , leant over the ...
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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!