MacMillan's Magazine, Volume 25Sir George Grove, David Masson, John Morley, Mowbray Morris 1872 |
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Pagina 47
... strange mode of procedure astonished me so much , that my fears about the loose screw returned in full force ; and had my position been less critical , I do believe I should have been inclined to draw back , even at the eleventh hour ...
... strange mode of procedure astonished me so much , that my fears about the loose screw returned in full force ; and had my position been less critical , I do believe I should have been inclined to draw back , even at the eleventh hour ...
Pagina 51
... strange union of two hearts so long divided ! O strange destiny , only to lift the veil from those hearts when life was over , and the surging sea yawning to engulf them ! These were the thoughts which passed through my mind as she ...
... strange union of two hearts so long divided ! O strange destiny , only to lift the veil from those hearts when life was over , and the surging sea yawning to engulf them ! These were the thoughts which passed through my mind as she ...
Pagina 53
... strange , and admitted that it was most provoking - but I knew it was all " khismet . " I had married for dross and lost it ; but I found in its stead the pure gold of affection , and in the un- speakable happiness which it brought me ...
... strange , and admitted that it was most provoking - but I knew it was all " khismet . " I had married for dross and lost it ; but I found in its stead the pure gold of affection , and in the un- speakable happiness which it brought me ...
Pagina 91
... strange that Mr. North should find a difficulty in opening and sustaining a conversation , and Christina no longer wondered at his embarrass- ment , nor at his decision that the Cleasbys should not come to his house . It was quite true ...
... strange that Mr. North should find a difficulty in opening and sustaining a conversation , and Christina no longer wondered at his embarrass- ment , nor at his decision that the Cleasbys should not come to his house . It was quite true ...
Pagina 103
... strange people ? " said I , in despair , to my friend Delbrück , who has done more to modify the French system of education than any man of our day . " Simply because English philosophy , while devoting much attention to the study of ...
... strange people ? " said I , in despair , to my friend Delbrück , who has done more to modify the French system of education than any man of our day . " Simply because English philosophy , while devoting much attention to the study of ...
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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.