The Cornhill Magazine, Volumul 28George Smith, William Makepeace Thackeray Smith, Elder and Company, 1873 |
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... round of the pleasures and pains of a duke of the period . It was said that his youth had been wild ; but this , if it meant anything , could only be supposed to signify that he formerly was rich and light - hearted . Old Mr. Mortmain ...
... round of the pleasures and pains of a duke of the period . It was said that his youth had been wild ; but this , if it meant anything , could only be supposed to signify that he formerly was rich and light - hearted . Old Mr. Mortmain ...
Pagina 8
... round his temples . He had flung himself on a wooden chair beside the kitchen fire , and was humming a tune in a clear strong voice , not unmusical , when Margaret Giles brought in some beer , and he looked up at her . He drank a deep ...
... round his temples . He had flung himself on a wooden chair beside the kitchen fire , and was humming a tune in a clear strong voice , not unmusical , when Margaret Giles brought in some beer , and he looked up at her . He drank a deep ...
Pagina 12
... round her waist and said : " What a pretty girl you are , Madge ! you must make the fortune of such a place as this . I give you my honour if I were a bumpkin I should be tippling stout downstairs all day so as to have it drawn by you ...
... round her waist and said : " What a pretty girl you are , Madge ! you must make the fortune of such a place as this . I give you my honour if I were a bumpkin I should be tippling stout downstairs all day so as to have it drawn by you ...
Pagina 13
... round her ? In the churchyard there were tombs and over the tombs grew flowers , and when the spring breezes gently stirred the waving trees , white blossoms fell in handfuls over the grassy mounds , whilst birds sang above as if ...
... round her ? In the churchyard there were tombs and over the tombs grew flowers , and when the spring breezes gently stirred the waving trees , white blossoms fell in handfuls over the grassy mounds , whilst birds sang above as if ...
Pagina 18
... round and smiled at her ; and then she looked at him with one glance of mute appeal that was almost terrible in its pathos . Her face was of an ashen white , her mouth was parted , and the underlip drooped with so strange a likeness to ...
... round and smiled at her ; and then she looked at him with one glance of mute appeal that was almost terrible in its pathos . Her face was of an ashen white , her mouth was parted , and the underlip drooped with so strange a likeness to ...
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Pagina 590 - Oh let me live my own, and die so too ! (To live and die is all I have to do) Maintain a poet's dignity and ease, And see what friends, and read what books I please: Above a patron, though I condescend Sometimes to call a minister my friend.
Pagina 602 - Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions soar; Wait the great teacher, Death; and God adore. What future bliss, He gives not thee to know, But gives that hope to be thy blessing now. Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never Is, but always To Be blest. The soul, uneasy and confined from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
Pagina 603 - But by your fathers' worth if yours you rate, Count me those only who were good and great. Go ! if your ancient but ignoble blood Has crept through scoundrels ever since the flood, Go ! and pretend your family is young, Nor own your fathers have been fools so long. What can ennoble sots, or slaves, or cowards ? Alas ! not all the blood of all the Howards.
Pagina 70 - Earth and moon were gone And suns and universes ceased to be And thou wert left alone Every Existence would exist in thee...
Pagina 596 - And something previous e'en to taste— 'tis sense; Good sense, which only is the gift of Heaven, And though no science, fairly worth the seven; A light which in yourself you must perceive ; Jones and Le Notre have it not to give.
Pagina 598 - Know then this truth (enough for man to know) 'Virtue alone is happiness below.' The only point where human bliss stands still, And tastes the good without the fall to ill ; Where only merit constant pay receives, Is...
Pagina 584 - All hail, great master! grave sir, hail ! I come To answer thy best pleasure ; be't to fly, To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride On the curl'd clouds ; to thy strong bidding, task Ariel, and all his quality.
Pagina 598 - With lenient arts extend a mother's breath, Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death, Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep awhile one parent from the sky...
Pagina 172 - Oh, cease ! must hate and death return ? Cease ! must men kill and die ? Cease ! drain not to its dregs the urn Of bitter prophecy. The world is weary of the past, Oh, might it die or rest at last!
Pagina 97 - I scarce could brook the strain and stir That makes the barren branches loud ; And but for fear it is not so, The wild unrest that lives in woe Would dote and pore on yonder cloud That rises upward always higher, And onward drags a labouring breast, And topples round the dreary west, A looming bastion fringed with fire.