MacMillan's Magazine, Volume 25Sir George Grove, David Masson, John Morley, Mowbray Morris 1872 |
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Pagina 18
... seemed to him her un- pardonable vanity in regard to Lord Charles Seton . He had shown his dislike to it openly , and he resolved to part company at the first opportunity ; but he loved Patty as much as ever , and when Miss Coppock ...
... seemed to him her un- pardonable vanity in regard to Lord Charles Seton . He had shown his dislike to it openly , and he resolved to part company at the first opportunity ; but he loved Patty as much as ever , and when Miss Coppock ...
Pagina 19
... seemed always to be trying to shrink out of sight . What could she mean by this special interest in him ? It seemed as if she pitied him ; he began to think she was crazy . " You may set your mind at rest " -his voice had softened a ...
... seemed always to be trying to shrink out of sight . What could she mean by this special interest in him ? It seemed as if she pitied him ; he began to think she was crazy . " You may set your mind at rest " -his voice had softened a ...
Pagina 21
... seemed to her that she had found Paul , and that all her anxiety was over . " My husband is here with you - is he not ? " Patience did not answer ; here was her opportunity , her revenge need not be deferred ; Nuna was just as good a ...
... seemed to her that she had found Paul , and that all her anxiety was over . " My husband is here with you - is he not ? " Patience did not answer ; here was her opportunity , her revenge need not be deferred ; Nuna was just as good a ...
Pagina 23
... seemed so wild and improbable that he felt ashamed to repeat them . Patty put her hand on his arm . " I dare say you think , Maurice , be- cause I've none of the wheedling ways of some women about me , that I don't care for you . I ...
... seemed so wild and improbable that he felt ashamed to repeat them . Patty put her hand on his arm . " I dare say you think , Maurice , be- cause I've none of the wheedling ways of some women about me , that I don't care for you . I ...
Pagina 24
... seemed as if she must break down ; but she strove hard not to yield up her courage . 66 First , " said Patty , and a bright flush of real shame tinged her cheeks , " I can tell you what no one else can . You may quite trust your husband ...
... seemed as if she must break down ; but she strove hard not to yield up her courage . 66 First , " said Patty , and a bright flush of real shame tinged her cheeks , " I can tell you what no one else can . You may quite trust your husband ...
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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.