The Cornhill Magazine, 5. kötet

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William Makepeace Thackeray
Smith, Elder., 1862
 

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179. oldal - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
508. oldal - Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep. All these with ceaseless praise his works behold Both day and night : how often from the steep Of echoing hill or thicket have we heard Celestial voices to the midnight air, Sole, or responsive each to other's note, Singing their great Creator...
630. oldal - And so they went forward, speaking to each other of the glorious company of the apostles, the goodly fellowship of the prophets, the noble army of martyrs, and giving thanks aloud in that great triumphal hymn of the Church of all Ages.
179. oldal - I loved Ophelia: forty thousand brothers Could not with all their quantity of love, Make up my sum.
239. oldal - Why do the heathen rage, and the people imagine a vain thing? The kings of the earth set themselves, and the rulers take counsel together, against the Lord, and against his Anointed, saying, Let us break their bands asunder, and cast away their cords from us.
285. oldal - There's fennel for you, and columbines; there's rue for you; and here's some for me; we may call it herb of grace o
288. oldal - Beatrice is gone up into high Heaven, The kingdom where the angels are at peace ; And lives with them : and to her friends is dead. Not by the frost of winter was she driven Away, like others ; nor by summer-heats ; But through a perfect gentleness, instead.
665. oldal - The dawn, the dawn,' and died away; And East and West, without a breath, Mixt their dim lights, like life and death, To broaden into boundless day.
697. oldal - Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge Leans to the field and scatters on the clover Blossoms and dewdrops — at the bent spray's edge- — That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, Lest you should think he never could recapture The first fine careless rapture!
506. oldal - tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress "With quietness and beauty, and so feed "With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.

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