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Pagina ii
... BLACKWOOD'S MAGAZINE . 113 Royal and Elderly . 57 The ' Ricksha Boy . • • 40 , 105 Troubles with a Bear in the The Author and the Publisher Ballade to a Philanthropist . From the Diary 101 125 of Sherlock Midi . • 166 , 231 Holmes 185 ...
... BLACKWOOD'S MAGAZINE . 113 Royal and Elderly . 57 The ' Ricksha Boy . • • 40 , 105 Troubles with a Bear in the The Author and the Publisher Ballade to a Philanthropist . From the Diary 101 125 of Sherlock Midi . • 166 , 231 Holmes 185 ...
Pagina 1
... BLACK WOOD'S MAGAZINE • VII . Peasant Art . VIII . How Worlds are Formed . By Professor G. M. Minchin . NATION IX . Edward Lear . ATHENEUM X. At the Sign of the Plough . Paper XI . The Pilgrim's Progress . ( Answers ) . By Arthur C ...
... BLACK WOOD'S MAGAZINE • VII . Peasant Art . VIII . How Worlds are Formed . By Professor G. M. Minchin . NATION IX . Edward Lear . ATHENEUM X. At the Sign of the Plough . Paper XI . The Pilgrim's Progress . ( Answers ) . By Arthur C ...
Pagina 47
... Blackwood's Magazine . spring , and still there was no word or sign from Allerton . The warm weather came . He discarded the fur cap and fastened his queue inside a shady , cone- shaped hat of millet - straw . The for- eign population ...
... Blackwood's Magazine . spring , and still there was no word or sign from Allerton . The warm weather came . He discarded the fur cap and fastened his queue inside a shady , cone- shaped hat of millet - straw . The for- eign population ...
Pagina 65
... BLACKWOOD'S MAGAZINE 105 ATHENEUM 113 • ECONOMIST 116 NATURE 118 OUTLOOK 121 PUNCH 124 By G. K. Chesterton . EYE - WITNESS 125 A PAGE OF VERSE . XIII . The Cyprus Vase . By Rosalind Travers . XIV . A Song of London . By Rosamund M ...
... BLACKWOOD'S MAGAZINE 105 ATHENEUM 113 • ECONOMIST 116 NATURE 118 OUTLOOK 121 PUNCH 124 By G. K. Chesterton . EYE - WITNESS 125 A PAGE OF VERSE . XIII . The Cyprus Vase . By Rosalind Travers . XIV . A Song of London . By Rosamund M ...
Pagina 113
... Blackwood's Magazine . " Poor old Allerton ! It may not have been altogether his fault . He was never any good in a tight place . - and the broken reed does not know how it pierces the hand . " Philippa Bridges . Olympian figure , cast ...
... Blackwood's Magazine . " Poor old Allerton ! It may not have been altogether his fault . He was never any good in a tight place . - and the broken reed does not know how it pierces the hand . " Philippa Bridges . Olympian figure , cast ...
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Pagina 194 - While round the armed bands Did clap their bloody hands ; He nothing common did, or mean, Upon that memorable scene, But with his keener eye The axe's edge did try ; Nor called the gods with vulgar spite To vindicate his helpless right, But bowed his comely head Down, as upon a bed.
Pagina 477 - And she brought forth her first-born son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.
Pagina 189 - He asked water, and she gave him milk; She brought forth butter in a lordly dish. She put her hand to the nail, And her right hand to the workman's hammer; And with the hammer she smote Sisera, She smote off his head, When she had pierced and stricken through his temples. At her feet he bowed, he fell, he lay down: At her feet he bowed, he fell: Where he bowed, there he fell down dead.
Pagina 189 - The mother of Sisera looked out at a window and cried through the lattice Why is his chariot so long in coming? why tarry the wheels of his chariots?
Pagina 652 - Now was I come up in Spirit through the flaming sword, into the paradise of God. All things were new; and all the creation gave another smell unto me than before, beyond what words can utter.
Pagina 189 - I shall see him, but not now ; I shall behold him, but not nigh : there shall come a Star out of Jacob, and a Sceptre shall rise out of Israel, and shall smite the corners of Moab, and destroy all the children of Sheth.
Pagina 193 - Take the cloak from his face, and at first Let the corpse do its worst. How he lies in his rights of a man ! Death has done all death can. And absorbed in the new life he leads, He recks not, he heeds Nor his wrong nor my vengeance — both strike On his senses alike, And are lost in the solemn and strange Surprise of the change. Ha, what avails death to erase His offence, my disgrace? I would we were boys as of old In the field, by the fold— His outrage, God's patience, man's scorn Were so easily...
Pagina 275 - ... own. The lady in question, at all events, with her slightly Michaelangelesque squareness, her eyes of other days, her full lips, her long neck, her recorded jewels, her brocaded and wasted reds, was a very great personage — only unaccompanied by a joy. And she was dead, dead, dead. Milly recognised her exactly in words that had nothing to do with her. " I shall never be better than this.
Pagina 189 - Curst be the heart that thought the thought, And curst the hand that fired the shot, When in my arms burd Helen dropt, And died to succour me ! O think na ye my heart was sair When my Love dropt down and spak nae mair ! There did she swoon wi' meikle care On fair Kirconnell lea.
Pagina 194 - A SLUMBER did my spirit seal ; I had no human fears : She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force ; She neither hears nor sees ; Rolled round in earth's diurnal course, With rocks, and stones, and trees.