MacMillan's Magazine, Volume 9Sir George Grove, David Masson, John Morley, Mowbray Morris 1864 |
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Pagina 3
... once a day , for fear you might forget he was there . Oh ! a charming man ! " " Then he will be a baronet , with an immense fortune ; and Gerty will be Lady Hillyar . " " And the most unfortunate little flower in the wide world , " said ...
... once a day , for fear you might forget he was there . Oh ! a charming man ! " " Then he will be a baronet , with an immense fortune ; and Gerty will be Lady Hillyar . " " And the most unfortunate little flower in the wide world , " said ...
Pagina 4
... once and for ever ; but he could not stand his favourite little sister- in - law , with her tears , her beauty , and her caresses . He temporised . But his holiday , to which he had looked forward so long , was quite spoilt . Little ...
... once and for ever ; but he could not stand his favourite little sister- in - law , with her tears , her beauty , and her caresses . He temporised . But his holiday , to which he had looked forward so long , was quite spoilt . Little ...
Pagina 7
... once , and went indoors in tears , and for the rest of the day told every friend she met , " Lawk , there , if that Jane Agar didn't take and put her tongue out at me , because their Sally shoved our Eliza , and I took and told her she ...
... once , and went indoors in tears , and for the rest of the day told every friend she met , " Lawk , there , if that Jane Agar didn't take and put her tongue out at me , because their Sally shoved our Eliza , and I took and told her she ...
Pagina 10
... Once his horse shied ; it was at a black snake , which had crept down to bathe , and which raised its horrible wicked head from out its coils and hissed at him as he went by . Another time he heard a strange rippling noise , coming from ...
... Once his horse shied ; it was at a black snake , which had crept down to bathe , and which raised its horrible wicked head from out its coils and hissed at him as he went by . Another time he heard a strange rippling noise , coming from ...
Pagina 24
... once said to me , " All is not stopping that glitters . " I dare say Nimrod's leathers were of an archaic cut , and yet he rode to hounds as well as most antediluvians . On arriving at the rendezvous we found the pad elephants , forty ...
... once said to me , " All is not stopping that glitters . " I dare say Nimrod's leathers were of an archaic cut , and yet he rode to hounds as well as most antediluvians . On arriving at the rendezvous we found the pad elephants , forty ...
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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.