MacMillan's Magazine, Volume 25Sir George Grove, David Masson, John Morley, Mowbray Morris 1872 |
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... least ; but these dirty , greasy little notes for tuppence half- penny each do give one rather a disgust of money . Perhaps it's the custom of the country for natives to get rid of them in this way . They are certainly more reckless of ...
... least ; but these dirty , greasy little notes for tuppence half- penny each do give one rather a disgust of money . Perhaps it's the custom of the country for natives to get rid of them in this way . They are certainly more reckless of ...
Pagina 5
... least one of us , when we were hurried away , unfed , from the central depôt at Chicago , dis- appeared at once . Our table was spread with haste as well as profusion . In the centre a solid pile of peaches and grapes . The side dishes ...
... least one of us , when we were hurried away , unfed , from the central depôt at Chicago , dis- appeared at once . Our table was spread with haste as well as profusion . In the centre a solid pile of peaches and grapes . The side dishes ...
Pagina 33
... least four hundred years younger than the town . No name of school or scholar can be found before the reign of Stephen ; the lectures delivered by the Lombard teacher , Vacarius , under the patronage of Archbishop Theobald , are the ...
... least four hundred years younger than the town . No name of school or scholar can be found before the reign of Stephen ; the lectures delivered by the Lombard teacher , Vacarius , under the patronage of Archbishop Theobald , are the ...
Pagina 47
... least brings an exceedingly good imita- tion of it , I had no reason to change my opinion then , when I found myself the possessor of a charming house in town , ditto in the country , with as many horses as I liked to keep , and , above ...
... least brings an exceedingly good imita- tion of it , I had no reason to change my opinion then , when I found myself the possessor of a charming house in town , ditto in the country , with as many horses as I liked to keep , and , above ...
Pagina 50
... least enjoyed tranquillity and peace . But I did not get well . On the contrary , I grew gra- dually so much weaker , that at last I was unable to walk without help , and I could see that others besides myself were of opinion that my ...
... least enjoyed tranquillity and peace . But I did not get well . On the contrary , I grew gra- dually so much weaker , that at last I was unable to walk without help , and I could see that others besides myself were of opinion that my ...
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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.