MacMillan's Magazine, Volume 9Sir George Grove, David Masson, John Morley, Mowbray Morris 1864 |
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Pagina 18
... native jungle than in the Sporting Magazine , and dread the name of a pig more than the most scrupulous Jew can abhor the re- ality . What reader of taste does not feel his heart sink within him when , as he flits through the leaves of ...
... native jungle than in the Sporting Magazine , and dread the name of a pig more than the most scrupulous Jew can abhor the re- ality . What reader of taste does not feel his heart sink within him when , as he flits through the leaves of ...
Pagina 19
... native premiers . Last year the party from the station had been a good deal annoyed by the suspicion with which they had been re- garded by the local officials ; so Tom had obtained a permit from the great man himself , giving us leave ...
... native premiers . Last year the party from the station had been a good deal annoyed by the suspicion with which they had been re- garded by the local officials ; so Tom had obtained a permit from the great man himself , giving us leave ...
Pagina 20
... native servants , and keeping a number of deer and cats under her roof , from which she could not be persuaded to tear herself even after they had departed this life , and become too high to be agreeable pets . The aspect of the burial ...
... native servants , and keeping a number of deer and cats under her roof , from which she could not be persuaded to tear herself even after they had departed this life , and become too high to be agreeable pets . The aspect of the burial ...
Pagina 21
... native tribes far and near dread as the Tarentines and Etrurians dreaded the broadsword of old Rome . Our own sepoys ... natives for the loss of their independence , and salve our own consciences ; while the state of the roads and of the ...
... native tribes far and near dread as the Tarentines and Etrurians dreaded the broadsword of old Rome . Our own sepoys ... natives for the loss of their independence , and salve our own consciences ; while the state of the roads and of the ...
Pagina 22
... natives when addressing a superior , entreated Tom to cure him of a bloody flux , from which he had suffered for the space of two years . Tom said , kindly , that if he would come to Mofussilpore , every at- tention should be paid to ...
... natives when addressing a superior , entreated Tom to cure him of a bloody flux , from which he had suffered for the space of two years . Tom said , kindly , that if he would come to Mofussilpore , every at- tention should be paid to ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 63 - Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more ; I mourn, but, ye woodlands, I mourn not for you; For morn is approaching, your charms to restore, Perfumed with fresh fragrance, and glittering with dew: Nor yet for the ravage of Winter I mourn ; Kind Nature the embryo blossom will save. But when shall Spring visit the mouldering urn? O, when shall it dawn on the night of the grave?
Pagina 27 - And whatsoever man there be of the house of Israel, or of the strangers that sojourn among you, that eateth any manner of blood ; I will even set my face against that soul that eateth blood, and will cut him off from among his people.
Pagina 118 - Wants not her hidden lustre, gems and gold ; Nor want we skill or art, from whence to raise Magnificence ; and what can Heaven show more?
Pagina 263 - But there is nothing in our laws, or in the law of nations, that forbids our citizens from sending armed vessels, as well as munitions of war, to foreign ports for sale. It is a commercial adventure which no nation is bound to prohibit, and which only exposes the persons engaged in it to the penalty of confiscation.
Pagina 367 - A monstrous eft was of old the Lord and Master of Earth, For him did his high sun flame, and his river billowing ran, And he felt himself in his force to be Nature's crowning race. As nine months go to the shaping an infant ripe for his birth, So many a million of ages have gone to the making of man: He now is first, but is he the last?
Pagina 367 - We are puppets, Man in his pride, and Beauty fair in her flower ; Do we move ourselves, or are moved by an unseen hand at a game That pushes us off from the board, and others ever succeed ? Ah yet, we cannot be kind to each other here for an hour ; We whisper, and hint, and chuckle, and grin at a brother's shame ; However we brave it out, we men are a little breed.
Pagina 239 - Thither our path lies; wind we up the heights: Wait ye the warning? Our low life was the level's and the night's; He's for the morning. Step to a tune, square chests, erect each head, 'Ware the beholders! This is our master, famous calm and dead, Borne on our shoulders.
Pagina 239 - Here — here's his place, where meteors shoot, clouds form, Lightnings are loosened, Stars come and go! let joy break with the storm — Peace let the dew send! Lofty designs must close in like effects: Loftily lying, Leave him — still loftier than the world suspects, Living and dying.
Pagina 367 - For not to desire or admire, if a man could learn it, were more Than to walk all day like the sultan of old in a garden of spice.
Pagina 528 - The Poet is dead in me — my imagination (or rather the Somewhat that had been imaginative) lies, like a Cold Snuff on the circular Rim of a Brass Candle-stick, without even a stink of Tallow to remind you that it was once cloathed & mitred with Flame.