The Gentleman's Magazine, Partea 1Bradbury, Evans, 1874 |
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PREFACE . HE good old ship answers to the helm . The reader of to - day is as willing as was the reader of a hundred years ago to put faith in Sylvanus Urban . There is some magic left in the old name , and writers and readers gather ...
PREFACE . HE good old ship answers to the helm . The reader of to - day is as willing as was the reader of a hundred years ago to put faith in Sylvanus Urban . There is some magic left in the old name , and writers and readers gather ...
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... answered . too , for what that comes to . " " So be you Clearly Gressford St. Mary was not a part of the polite world . After so discouraging a tu quoque by way of reply to his experiment in art criticism , it would be obviously rash to ...
... answered . too , for what that comes to . " " So be you Clearly Gressford St. Mary was not a part of the polite world . After so discouraging a tu quoque by way of reply to his experiment in art criticism , it would be obviously rash to ...
Pagina 24
... answer . What have you to say about the definite and indefinite article ? " Master Fletcher held up both his hands . " Wonderful clever- wonderful clever ! Parson couldn't beat that there ! " But Mr. Joyce scratched his ear in despair ...
... answer . What have you to say about the definite and indefinite article ? " Master Fletcher held up both his hands . " Wonderful clever- wonderful clever ! Parson couldn't beat that there ! " But Mr. Joyce scratched his ear in despair ...
Pagina 39
... at one , else I felt assured that the infatuation of my nature would have kept me there , fish or no fish , until nightfall ; and in that case I had scarcely answered for the continued patience of Fishing in a French Moat . 39.
... at one , else I felt assured that the infatuation of my nature would have kept me there , fish or no fish , until nightfall ; and in that case I had scarcely answered for the continued patience of Fishing in a French Moat . 39.
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case I had scarcely answered for the continued patience of my attendant , whose native politeness could but just conceal a disposition to vote the whole thing a bore . I was the less surprised at this when he informed me that his occu ...
case I had scarcely answered for the continued patience of my attendant , whose native politeness could but just conceal a disposition to vote the whole thing a bore . I was the less surprised at this when he informed me that his occu ...
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Pagina 203 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Pagina 543 - All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful Past. Let us alone. What pleasure can we have To war with evil? Is there any peace In ever climbing up the climbing wave? All things have rest, and ripen toward the grave In silence ; ripen, fall and cease : Give us long rest or death, dark death, or dreamful ease.
Pagina 543 - Let us alone. Time driveth onward fast, And in a little while our lips are dumb. Let us alone. What is it that will last? All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful Past.
Pagina 434 - Life of Life, thy lips enkindle With their love the breath between them; And thy smiles before they dwindle Make the cold air fire; then screen them In those looks, where whoso gazes Faints, entangled in their mazes.
Pagina 432 - The rocks are cloven, and through the purple night I see cars drawn by rainbow-winged steeds Which trample the dim winds: in each there stands A wild-eyed charioteer urging their flight. Some look behind, as fiends pursued them there, And yet I see no shapes but the keen stars: Others, with burning eyes, lean forth, and drink With eager lips the wind of their own speed. As if the thing they loved fled on before, And now, even now, they clasped it. Their bright locks Stream like a comet's flashing...
Pagina 64 - And everybody praised the Duke Who this great fight did win." " But what good came of it at last ?" Quoth little Peterkin. " Why, that I cannot tell," said he,
Pagina 184 - A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness...
Pagina 186 - Stop and consider! life is but a day; A fragile dew-drop on its perilous way From a tree's summit; a poor Indian's sleep While his boat hastens to the monstrous steep Of Montmorenci. Why so sad a moan? Life is the rose's hope while yet unblown; The reading of an ever-changing tale; The light uplifting of a maiden's veil; A pigeon tumbling in clear summer air; A laughing school-boy, without grief or care, Riding the springy branches of an elm.
Pagina 181 - The more they on it stare. But her sad eyes, still fastened on the ground, Are governed with goodly modesty, That suffers not one look to glance awry Which may let in a little thought unsound.
Pagina 187 - KEEN, fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and there Among the bushes half leafless, and dry ; The stars look very cold about the sky, And I have many miles on foot to fare. Yet feel I little of the cool bleak air, Or of the dead leaves rustling drearily, Or of those silver lamps that burn on high, Or of the distance from home's pleasant lair: For I am brimfull of the friendliness That in a little cottage I have found ; Of fair-hair'd Milton's eloquent distress, And all his love for gentle Lycid drown'd...