MacMillan's Magazine, Volume 25Sir George Grove, David Masson, John Morley, Mowbray Morris 1872 |
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Pagina 5
... happy to believe , on the assurance of the Presi- dent , one of the most veracious of men , that it offers no features of picturesque or other special interest to strangers . At the end of that time a cup of su oking black coffee stood ...
... happy to believe , on the assurance of the Presi- dent , one of the most veracious of men , that it offers no features of picturesque or other special interest to strangers . At the end of that time a cup of su oking black coffee stood ...
Pagina 9
... Happy the nation that could sift out such a leader in its sorest need ; and though I'm half sorry to admit it , potentate , to such a bigoted Yankee , and such a hater of my country as you , I must add , happy the leader who feels such ...
... Happy the nation that could sift out such a leader in its sorest need ; and though I'm half sorry to admit it , potentate , to such a bigoted Yankee , and such a hater of my country as you , I must add , happy the leader who feels such ...
Pagina 11
... happy , or does it really win his ? " It was strange to Nuna to feel drawn as she now did to Mrs. Fagg . As a child , she had shrunk from her sharp sayings . She had just received a letter from Roger Westropp ; it had been sent on to ...
... happy , or does it really win his ? " It was strange to Nuna to feel drawn as she now did to Mrs. Fagg . As a child , she had shrunk from her sharp sayings . She had just received a letter from Roger Westropp ; it had been sent on to ...
Pagina 12
... happy if she can . All we married ones has got to do is to make one man happy ; and if a woman does her dooty , Miss Nuna , we know , don't us , there's One as ' ull make her way easy - some day . " CHAPTER LXI . ROGER'S LEGACY . " IF a ...
... happy if she can . All we married ones has got to do is to make one man happy ; and if a woman does her dooty , Miss Nuna , we know , don't us , there's One as ' ull make her way easy - some day . " CHAPTER LXI . ROGER'S LEGACY . " IF a ...
Pagina 14
... happy about Mrs. D ; she appears to treat her admirable husband with culpable neglect and indifference , and to devote herself to the amusement of a foolish young nobleman ; also , she bestows more at- tention on our other travelling ...
... happy about Mrs. D ; she appears to treat her admirable husband with culpable neglect and indifference , and to devote herself to the amusement of a foolish young nobleman ; also , she bestows more at- tention on our other travelling ...
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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.