The King's College Magazine, Volumul 2Houlston and Hughes, 1842 |
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Pagina 3
... hand with honest warmth , for the seed had grown and ripened to a goodly fruit . There , by a fond suitor's side , stood a maiden , once the coquette of the village ; the old priest's gentle face brought his counsels to her mind , and ...
... hand with honest warmth , for the seed had grown and ripened to a goodly fruit . There , by a fond suitor's side , stood a maiden , once the coquette of the village ; the old priest's gentle face brought his counsels to her mind , and ...
Pagina 4
... hand of persecution , shed tears such as those that angels seek when they gather dews upon earth to nourish the pure flowers of heaven . Mat Maybird , in the mean time , proceeded with Heringford to Westrill's now dilapidated cottage ...
... hand of persecution , shed tears such as those that angels seek when they gather dews upon earth to nourish the pure flowers of heaven . Mat Maybird , in the mean time , proceeded with Heringford to Westrill's now dilapidated cottage ...
Pagina 5
... hands of his enemies , Heringford was consoled by the assurance that Kate Westrill stood within hearing , and that ... hand upon Kate Westrill's arm , stood for a moment before him ; the next instant it was dashed to the ground , where ...
... hands of his enemies , Heringford was consoled by the assurance that Kate Westrill stood within hearing , and that ... hand upon Kate Westrill's arm , stood for a moment before him ; the next instant it was dashed to the ground , where ...
Pagina 9
... hand ; " here is that which may hide the stain , though it cannot wipe it off . There is more . Thou shalt be well paid for thy trouble . " Sir Richard and Andrew Westrill walked on ; Mat remained looking at the gold , as it lay on his ...
... hand ; " here is that which may hide the stain , though it cannot wipe it off . There is more . Thou shalt be well paid for thy trouble . " Sir Richard and Andrew Westrill walked on ; Mat remained looking at the gold , as it lay on his ...
Pagina 19
... hands had planted , stood Eve , the tempted and the lost : - " Wo me ! " she exclaimed , 66 wo me , that I have brought sorrow upon earth ! wo me , that through my sin the joys of Paradise are fled ! Into a barren world , we wander ...
... hands had planted , stood Eve , the tempted and the lost : - " Wo me ! " she exclaimed , 66 wo me , that I have brought sorrow upon earth ! wo me , that through my sin the joys of Paradise are fled ! Into a barren world , we wander ...
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angel Annette APPIANI art thou Banquo beautiful beneath bosom bright Carnwood child Cicely CLAUDIA cried Curts dare dark daughter dear death doth dream earth Edward Emilia Galotti eyes face fair father fear feel flowers gaze genius glory Gotthold Ephraim Lessing grave Guastalla hand happy hath hear heart heaven Heringford honour hope hour Jessamine Jove Kate Westrill kiss knew lady laugh Lisette look lord Macbeth maiden Marinelli MART Mat Maybird MEDON mind misery mother murder never night noble Novalis o'er ODOARDO once ORSINA passage passed Pergolese PIRRO poet poetry PRINCE PROMETH replied rose Sabionetta scene SCHN Shakspere sigh Silvan Simon Byre Sir Richard Ellerton sleep smile sorrow soul speak Spenton spirit stood sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thought Vermont village voice wander Willie Bats words
Pasaje populare
Pagina 194 - I loved Ophelia: forty thousand brothers Could not with all their quantity of love, Make up my sum.
Pagina 481 - Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha! here's three on's are sophisticated! Thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.
Pagina 255 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields or waves or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain?
Pagina 303 - Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! let the earth hide thee ! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with.
Pagina 305 - If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended: That you have but slumbered here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: If you pardon, we will mend.
Pagina 193 - Remember thee! Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there...
Pagina 232 - tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all.
Pagina 302 - And thou opposed, being of no woman born, Yet I will try the last. Before my body I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff, And damn'd be him that first cries 'Hold, enough!
Pagina 429 - Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Pagina 301 - The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast ; — Lady M. What do you mean ? Macb. Still it cried, Sleep no more ! to all the house : Glamis hath murdered sleep; and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more ; Macbeth shall sleep no more .