The Argosy, Volume 22Mrs. Henry Wood, Charles William Wood Strahan & Company, 1876 A magazine of tales, travels, essays, and poems. |
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Pagina 32
... eye , the second the mind also , even if we speak of the exterior alone . " " That is a matter of taste , " said ... eyes . ' " The artist defended his cause as if he felt that I had attacked him much more than poor , stout Fornarina ...
... eye , the second the mind also , even if we speak of the exterior alone . " " That is a matter of taste , " said ... eyes . ' " The artist defended his cause as if he felt that I had attacked him much more than poor , stout Fornarina ...
Pagina 37
... eyes as he listened ; Prince Ernest's frown grew darker every moment ; cousin Dorothy drew out her handkerchief to hide her laughter ; and even Eleanor scarcely suppressed a smile . I listened with surprise to the primitive sounds with ...
... eyes as he listened ; Prince Ernest's frown grew darker every moment ; cousin Dorothy drew out her handkerchief to hide her laughter ; and even Eleanor scarcely suppressed a smile . I listened with surprise to the primitive sounds with ...
Pagina 38
... eyes were turned up to the beautiful picture . The others had moved away : I alone stood by her side , anxious to hear what she would say , now she knew that this was the Fornarina . eyelids closed ; then she spoke in a whisper . Her ...
... eyes were turned up to the beautiful picture . The others had moved away : I alone stood by her side , anxious to hear what she would say , now she knew that this was the Fornarina . eyelids closed ; then she spoke in a whisper . Her ...
Pagina 42
... eyes ? But let me tell you the catastrophe , for such the scene was , which closed the happy dream your friend dreamed in the palace of the Waldembergs . Eleanor and I were sitting in the small conservatory , drawing - that is to say ...
... eyes ? But let me tell you the catastrophe , for such the scene was , which closed the happy dream your friend dreamed in the palace of the Waldembergs . Eleanor and I were sitting in the small conservatory , drawing - that is to say ...
Pagina 43
... eyes , after a short look of surprise , took an expres- sion of profound sadness . Believe me , Geoffrey , no Virgil , no Dante , has ever described such tortures as I suffered in those moments . Time for me had ceased to be ; every ...
... eyes , after a short look of surprise , took an expres- sion of profound sadness . Believe me , Geoffrey , no Virgil , no Dante , has ever described such tortures as I suffered in those moments . Time for me had ceased to be ; every ...
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Pagina 129 - Oft, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me : The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me. Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Pagina 10 - Rejoice, O young man, in thy youth; and let thy heart cheer thee in the days of thy youth, and walk in the ways of thine heart, and in the sight of thine eyes: but know thou, that for all these things God will bring thee into judgment.
Pagina 130 - I've seen around me fall Like leaves in wintry weather, I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed ! Thus in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has...
Pagina 230 - And in at the windows, and in at the door, And through the walls by thousands they pour; And down from the ceiling and up through the floor, From the right and the left, from behind and before, From within and without, from above and below, — And all at once to the Bishop they go. They have whetted their teeth against the stones, And now they pick the Bishop's bones; They gnawed the flesh from every limb, For they were sent to do judgment on him!
Pagina 367 - the great humour of which consists in the whole narration always going backwards. I can conceive a man saying that it would be droll to write a book in that manner, but have no notion of his persevering in executing it. It makes one smile two or three times at the beginning, but in recompense makes one yawn for two hours. The characters are tolerably kept up, but the humour is for ever attempted and missed.
Pagina 159 - Weep ye not for the dead, neither bemoan him : but weep sore for him that goeth away : for he shall return no more, nor see his native country.
Pagina 367 - At present, nothing is talked of, nothing admired, but what I cannot help calling a very insipid and tedious performance : it is a kind of novel, called " The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy ; " the great humour of which consists in the whole narration always going backwards. I can conceive a man saying that it would be droll to write a book in that manner, but have no notion of his persevering in executing it. It makes one smile two or three times at the beginning, but in recompense makes one...
Pagina 51 - Nor think of Ellen Douglas more; But he who stems a stream with sand, And fetters flame with flaxen band, Has yet a harder task to prove— By firm resolve to conquer love...
Pagina 16 - Thou minds me o' departed joys, Departed never to return. Aft hae I rov'd by bonnie Doon, To see the rose and woodbine twine ; And ilka bird sang o' its love, And fondly sae did I o' mine. Wi' lightsome heart I pu'da rose, Fu' sweet upon its thorny tree ; And my fause lover stole my rose, But ah ! he left the thorn wi
Pagina 68 - Mated with a squalid savage — what to me were sun or clime! I the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time...