The Cornhill Magazine, 11. kötet;15. kötetGeorge Smith, William Makepeace Thackeray Smith, Elder and Company, 1865 |
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... followed me into the room ? " The suffering and the passion that he was forcing back , shook the hand that he still kept on the table , and stifled the voice in which he spoke until it sank to a whisper . " I have no wish to treat you ...
... followed me into the room ? " The suffering and the passion that he was forcing back , shook the hand that he still kept on the table , and stifled the voice in which he spoke until it sank to a whisper . " I have no wish to treat you ...
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... followed Brown , and had allowed me to escape . I leave you to imagine whether I was not doubly and trebly determined to keep my gipsy master's name after that . But my resolution did not stop here . I made up my mind to leave the ...
... followed Brown , and had allowed me to escape . I leave you to imagine whether I was not doubly and trebly determined to keep my gipsy master's name after that . But my resolution did not stop here . I made up my mind to leave the ...
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... followed at the same rate . In a week , I was promoted to sweep out the shop , and put up the shutters . In no very long time after , I was trusted to carry the books out ; and when quarter - day came , and the shopman left , I took his ...
... followed at the same rate . In a week , I was promoted to sweep out the shop , and put up the shutters . In no very long time after , I was trusted to carry the books out ; and when quarter - day came , and the shopman left , I took his ...
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... followed those closing words . Midwinter rose from the window - seat , and came back to the table with the letter from Wildbad in his hand . " My father's confession has told you who I am ; and my own confes- sion has told you what my ...
... followed those closing words . Midwinter rose from the window - seat , and came back to the table with the letter from Wildbad in his hand . " My father's confession has told you who I am ; and my own confes- sion has told you what my ...
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... followed me from my father's grave . " Softly as if he feared they might reach Allan , sleeping in the neigh- bouring room- -he read the last terrible words which the Scotchman's had written at Wildbad , as they fell from his father's ...
... followed me from my father's grave . " Softly as if he feared they might reach Allan , sleeping in the neigh- bouring room- -he read the last terrible words which the Scotchman's had written at Wildbad , as they fell from his father's ...
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613. oldal - Why this is hell, nor am I out of it : Think'st thou that I who saw the face of God, And tasted the eternal joys of Heaven, Am not tormented with ten thousand hells, In being deprived of everlasting bliss ? O Faustus!
229. oldal - I've seen around me fall Like leaves in wintry weather; I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed...
615. oldal - t fools make such vain keeping ? Sin their conception, their birth weeping, Their life a general mist of error, Their death a hideous storm of terror. Strew your hair with powders sweet, Don clean linen, bathe your feet, And (the foul fiend more to check) A crucifix let bless your neck : 'Tis now full tide 'tween night and day ; End your groan, and come away.
45. oldal - I have almost forgot the taste of fears : The time has been, my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me.
190. oldal - he that receiveth gifts overthroweth the land." v. 12. " if a ruler hearken to lies, all his servants are wicked." Eccles. iv. 13. " better is a poor and wise child, than an old and foolish king who will no more be admonished.
616. oldal - tis the soul of peace ; Of all the virtues 'tis nearest kin to heaven ; It makes men look like gods. The best of men That e'er wore earth about him was a sufferer, A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit, The first true gentleman that ever breath'd.
49. oldal - THE moon shines bright : — In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they c.^!
613. oldal - tis too horrible ! The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.
616. oldal - Then comfort, Mistress Frankford. You see your husband hath forgiven your fall ; Then, rouse your spirits and cheer your fainting soul. Susan. How is it with you?
612. oldal - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice...