Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 117William Blackwood, 1875 |
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Pagina 21
... question , " Chi è ? " " Is the Signora Mattei in the house ? " inquired Beppo , in reply . " Of course she is , at this hour , " answered the woman ; and drawing a key out of her pocket , she pro- ceeded slowly to open the grate ...
... question , " Chi è ? " " Is the Signora Mattei in the house ? " inquired Beppo , in reply . " Of course she is , at this hour , " answered the woman ; and drawing a key out of her pocket , she pro- ceeded slowly to open the grate ...
Pagina 25
... question . " Signora Celeste suddenly rose , drew her chair closer to mine , and folding her hands ( clothed in black net mittens ) together , she fixed her eyes upon me , and proceeded : " Signor Conte , I am afraid you have indeed but ...
... question . " Signora Celeste suddenly rose , drew her chair closer to mine , and folding her hands ( clothed in black net mittens ) together , she fixed her eyes upon me , and proceeded : " Signor Conte , I am afraid you have indeed but ...
Pagina 29
... question . " We have walked far , " he answered , " and Fra Pietro is very weary ; few asked him to rest in their houses . There is little charity abroad . " The Superior looked rather wist- fully at the sack , and did not answer . Fra ...
... question . " We have walked far , " he answered , " and Fra Pietro is very weary ; few asked him to rest in their houses . There is little charity abroad . " The Superior looked rather wist- fully at the sack , and did not answer . Fra ...
Pagina 32
... question , and almost invariably of the Mate- rialistic type , are set forth to the popular apprehension as the key to the enigma of being by some of our ablest pioneers in science , in utter disregard of the inferences that must ...
... question , and almost invariably of the Mate- rialistic type , are set forth to the popular apprehension as the key to the enigma of being by some of our ablest pioneers in science , in utter disregard of the inferences that must ...
Pagina 48
... questions to be dealt with . All these things passed through the rapid mind of the General , as he reined his horse ... question , " replied Lor- raine , while marvelling at his own audacity , " which I am pledged by my honour , as a ...
... questions to be dealt with . All these things passed through the rapid mind of the General , as he reined his horse ... question , " replied Lor- raine , while marvelling at his own audacity , " which I am pledged by my honour , as a ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 342 - Still glides the Stream, and shall for ever glide; The Form remains, the Function never dies ; While we, the brave, the mighty, and the wise, We Men, who in our morn of youth defied The elements, must vanish ; — be it so ! Enough, if something from our hands have power To live, and act, and serve the future hour ; And if, as toward the silent tomb we go, Through love, through hope, and faith's transcendent dower, We feel that we are greater than we know.
Pagina 725 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love. Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. — Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow {Kneels, I here engage my words.
Pagina 724 - Pray, do not mock me : I am a very foolish fond old man, Fourscore and upward, not an hour more nor less; And, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind.
Pagina 723 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins: Such harmony is in immortal souls; But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we...
Pagina 714 - With bated breath, and whispering humbleness, Say this: — "Fair sir, you spit on me on Wednesday last; You spurned me such a day ; another time You called me dog; and for these courtesies I'll lend you thus much moneys ?
Pagina 713 - Signior Antonio, many a time and oft In the Rialto you have rated me About my moneys and my usances : Still have I borne it with a patient shrug, For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe. You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog, And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine, And all for use of that which is mine own. Well, then, it now appears you need my help. Go to, then ; you come to me, and you say, Shylock, we would have moneys...
Pagina 725 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod...
Pagina 724 - I'd use them so That heaven's vault should crack. — She's gone for ever ! — I know when one is dead, and when one lives ; She's dead as earth. — Lend me a looking-glass ; If that her breath will mist or stain the stone, Why, then she lives.
Pagina 723 - O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
Pagina 714 - Oh, thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in, the beauty of a thousand stars...