MacMillan's Magazine, Volume 25Sir George Grove, David Masson, John Morley, Mowbray Morris 1872 |
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Pagina 43
... whole , but of particular expressions and à la Déesse Vénus , pour la donner au prophète Mahomet , et qui tiennent ( c'est Busbequius qui le dit dans ses Rélations ) que les premières Roses sont nées de la sueur de ce grand Pro- phète ...
... whole , but of particular expressions and à la Déesse Vénus , pour la donner au prophète Mahomet , et qui tiennent ( c'est Busbequius qui le dit dans ses Rélations ) que les premières Roses sont nées de la sueur de ce grand Pro- phète ...
Pagina 45
... whole story . The fact is , she , like yourself , was going to be married , but at the eleventh hour the match was broken off , and I do believe it is a feeling of pique which makes her anxious to marry now . But as she is all I have ...
... whole story . The fact is , she , like yourself , was going to be married , but at the eleventh hour the match was broken off , and I do believe it is a feeling of pique which makes her anxious to marry now . But as she is all I have ...
Pagina 46
... whole world might not hear , and her presence prevented the awkwardness of a tête - à - tête . This state of things lasted for ten days , but at the expiration of that time Miss Foster got a telegram one morning , to say that an aunt of ...
... whole world might not hear , and her presence prevented the awkwardness of a tête - à - tête . This state of things lasted for ten days , but at the expiration of that time Miss Foster got a telegram one morning , to say that an aunt of ...
Pagina 48
... whole week in that cold fashion ! Give her a parting kiss , sir , or I shall never think well of you again as long as I live . " I must confess that I felt myself growing most uncomfortably red when my cousin said this ; but I at once ...
... whole week in that cold fashion ! Give her a parting kiss , sir , or I shall never think well of you again as long as I live . " I must confess that I felt myself growing most uncomfortably red when my cousin said this ; but I at once ...
Pagina 51
... whole heart ; but because I knew you did not care for me I was too proud to let you see it , or- " " " Oh , my darling ! " I cried in de- spair ; " why did you not tell me this before ? and how could you be so blind as not to see that ...
... whole heart ; but because I knew you did not care for me I was too proud to let you see it , or- " " " Oh , my darling ! " I cried in de- spair ; " why did you not tell me this before ? and how could you be so blind as not to see that ...
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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.