MacMillan's Magazine, Volume 25Sir George Grove, David Masson, John Morley, Mowbray Morris 1872 |
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Pagina 15
... girl ; now , don't look vexed ; I may as well say my mind out this once ; you've had your way , remember , but I'd like to be sure what that husband of yours is at ; if he's not ill , Nuna , very ill , mind , —I should like to horsewhip ...
... girl ; now , don't look vexed ; I may as well say my mind out this once ; you've had your way , remember , but I'd like to be sure what that husband of yours is at ; if he's not ill , Nuna , very ill , mind , —I should like to horsewhip ...
Pagina 24
... girl to stand by me if I only show her she needn't be jealous . She is a lady , simpleton as she is . " Nuna went straight up to Patty , her eyes full of question . " You have a message for me from my husband . Do you know where he is ...
... girl to stand by me if I only show her she needn't be jealous . She is a lady , simpleton as she is . " Nuna went straight up to Patty , her eyes full of question . " You have a message for me from my husband . Do you know where he is ...
Pagina 26
... girl called Patty Westropp ? " Neither of them saw Patty as she stood blanched , shaking with terror . Nuna looked frankly at Mr. Downes . " If I did , what of it ? I knew no harm of her - nothing that a man need be ashamed of in his ...
... girl called Patty Westropp ? " Neither of them saw Patty as she stood blanched , shaking with terror . Nuna looked frankly at Mr. Downes . " If I did , what of it ? I knew no harm of her - nothing that a man need be ashamed of in his ...
Pagina 27
... girl in London ? For a moment it seemed to Maurice Downes , in the terrible remorse that makes any effort , however unreal , possible and needful , that if he had married the girl whose love he had won , it would have been just and ...
... girl in London ? For a moment it seemed to Maurice Downes , in the terrible remorse that makes any effort , however unreal , possible and needful , that if he had married the girl whose love he had won , it would have been just and ...
Pagina 28
... girl were in love with each other ; he forgot his love and the promises he had made to keep true to it - worse than that , he was rich and the girl poor , and when he met her afterwards alone in London , he broke away from her with a ...
... girl were in love with each other ; he forgot his love and the promises he had made to keep true to it - worse than that , he was rich and the girl poor , and when he met her afterwards alone in London , he broke away from her with a ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 271 - O mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear ; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low : Trip no further, pretty sweeting ; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know. What is love ? 'tis not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter ; What's to come is still unsure : In delay there lies no plenty ; Then come kiss me...
Pagina 337 - Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves. And the mome raths outgrabe.
Pagina 269 - Whoe'er has travelled life's dull round, Where'er his stages may have been, May sigh to think he still has found The warmest welcome at an inn.
Pagina 338 - Long time the manxome foe he sought — So rested he by the Tumtum tree, And stood awhile in thought. And as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came! One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack ! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back. "And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!
Pagina 176 - Why stand ye still ye virgins in amaze, Upon her so to gaze, Whiles ye forget your former lay to sing, To which the woods did answer, and your eccho ring? But if ye saw that which no eyes can see, The inward beauty of her lively spright...
Pagina 176 - There dwells sweet love and constant chastity, Unspotted faith and comely womanhood, Regard of honour and mild modesty; There virtue reigns as queen in royal throne, And giveth laws alone, The which the base affections do obey, And yield their services unto her will; Ne thought of thing uncomely ever may Thereto approach to tempt her mind to ill.
Pagina 390 - A l'âge où l'on est libertin, Pour boire un toast en un festin, Un jour je soulevai mon verre. En face de moi vint s'asseoir Un convive vêtu de noir, Qui me ressemblait comme un frère. Il secouait sous son manteau Un haillon de pourpre en lambeau, Sur sa tête un myrte stérile, Son bras maigre cherchait le mien.
Pagina 152 - sa background of god to each hardworking feature, Every word that he speaks has been fierily furnaced In the blast of a life that has struggled in earnest...
Pagina 390 - Pensif, avec un doux sourire. Comme j'allais avoir quinze ans, Je marchais un jour, à pas lents, Dans un bois, sur une bruyère. Au pied d'un arbre vint s'asseoir Un jeune homme vêtu de noir, Qui me ressemblait comme un frère. Je lui demandai mon chemin; II tenait un luth d'une main, De l'autre un bouquet d'églantine. Il me fit un salut d'ami, Et, se détournant à demi, Me montra du doigt la colline.
Pagina 269 - No, sir ; there is nothing which has yet been contrived by man, by which so much happiness is produced as by a good tavern or inn.