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The Red Woman . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 339 , , VII . Good Neighbourhood . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . 341 Ireland , The Current Street Ballads of . By WILLIAM BARRY . . . . . . . . .
190 Jabberwock , The , traced to its true Source . By Tuomas CHATTERTON .
The Red Woman . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 339 , , VII . Good Neighbourhood . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . 341 Ireland , The Current Street Ballads of . By WILLIAM BARRY . . . . . . . . .
190 Jabberwock , The , traced to its true Source . By Tuomas CHATTERTON .
Pagina 3
At each end there was as comfortable a little chamber as man could wish for , or
woman either . These were occupied by the optimist and the potentate , while the
remaining four of us had each a separate compartment of the sittingroom , which
...
At each end there was as comfortable a little chamber as man could wish for , or
woman either . These were occupied by the optimist and the potentate , while the
remaining four of us had each a separate compartment of the sittingroom , which
...
Pagina 10
Fagg had begun on a fresh slice hearted woman in Miss Nuna yet ; she ' s of
bread , but it fell off the fork as her but a child now , ” she said , and then she
husband spoke . Her face was very red gave a little sigh . “ Here have I been as
she ...
Fagg had begun on a fresh slice hearted woman in Miss Nuna yet ; she ' s of
bread , but it fell off the fork as her but a child now , ” she said , and then she
husband spoke . Her face was very red gave a little sigh . “ Here have I been as
she ...
Pagina 11
You have something in your mind , you would like to tell me , " - Nuna put her arm
round the surprised woman and kissed her ; “ try and advise me as if I were your
sister or your child . Remember , I can ' t ask my poor dear father ' s advice .
You have something in your mind , you would like to tell me , " - Nuna put her arm
round the surprised woman and kissed her ; “ try and advise me as if I were your
sister or your child . Remember , I can ' t ask my poor dear father ' s advice .
Pagina 12
Le : a man be good or bad , kind or unkind , fretful or sweet , it don ' t matter ; it '
s a woman ' s dooty to make him happy if she can . All we married ones he got to
do is to make one man happy ; and if a woman does her dooty , Miss Vuna , we ...
Le : a man be good or bad , kind or unkind , fretful or sweet , it don ' t matter ; it '
s a woman ' s dooty to make him happy if she can . All we married ones he got to
do is to make one man happy ; and if a woman does her dooty , Miss Vuna , we ...
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able appeared asked become believe Bell better brought called Captain cause Christina Church Cleasby coming course don't England English eyes face fact feel felt followed force France French friends girl give given Government hand happy head hear hope interest Italy kind knew Lady least leave less light live look manner matter means mind Miss mother natural never North Nuna once passed perhaps person poor practice present question reason rest round seemed seen side smile speak spirit standing stood strong suppose sure taken talk tell thing thought tion told took town true turned University whole wish woman young
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.
Bibliografische gegevens
| Titel | MacMillan's Magazine, Volume 25 |
| Redacteurs | Sir George Grove, David Masson, John Morley, Mowbray Morris |
| gepubliceerd | 1872 |
| Oorspronkelijk uit | Harvard University |
| Gedigitaliseerd | 27 feb 2007 |
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