MacMillan's Magazine, Volume 25Sir George Grove, David Masson, John Morley, Mowbray Morris 1872 |
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Pagina 28
... true to it - worse than that , he was rich and the girl poor , and when he met her afterwards alone in London , he broke away from her with a few cold words and an offer of money instead of love . " Patty raised her head at last and ...
... true to it - worse than that , he was rich and the girl poor , and when he met her afterwards alone in London , he broke away from her with a few cold words and an offer of money instead of love . " Patty raised her head at last and ...
Pagina 43
... true that Burmann must have been a most super- ficial reader , if , acquainted as he pro- fesses to be with the Latin letters of Balzac , he did not discover in the very same volume the poem containing the forged fragment . I believe ...
... true that Burmann must have been a most super- ficial reader , if , acquainted as he pro- fesses to be with the Latin letters of Balzac , he did not discover in the very same volume the poem containing the forged fragment . I believe ...
Pagina 45
... true ; but- ,, But at the sound of that disagreeable little conjunction my cousin lost patience , and as she rose to leave the room she said , " Well , Charley , if you choose to be a fool I can't help you . However , Leslie is coming ...
... true ; but- ,, But at the sound of that disagreeable little conjunction my cousin lost patience , and as she rose to leave the room she said , " Well , Charley , if you choose to be a fool I can't help you . However , Leslie is coming ...
Pagina 51
... true ? have you at last learnt to care for me ? " " Care for you ! " she repeated ; " that is not the word . I - I - but I need not mind telling you all now . My husband , I love you - have long loved you with my whole heart ; but ...
... true ? have you at last learnt to care for me ? " " Care for you ! " she repeated ; " that is not the word . I - I - but I need not mind telling you all now . My husband , I love you - have long loved you with my whole heart ; but ...
Pagina 54
... true one that pauperism is an infinitely smaller and less threatening phenomenon there than it is here . Everywhere in the Northern and Western States the great bulk of the land is in the hands of those who till it , so that there is no ...
... true one that pauperism is an infinitely smaller and less threatening phenomenon there than it is here . Everywhere in the Northern and Western States the great bulk of the land is in the hands of those who till it , so that there is no ...
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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.