The Gentleman's Magazine, Partea 1Bradbury, Evans, 1874 |
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Pagina 8
... night instead of eight shillings , in consideration of my being rum . " " Hold out they hands o ' yourn , " said the ... night and to turn day - labourers into patrols of night watchmen . To be a stranger in a country parish was still to ...
... night instead of eight shillings , in consideration of my being rum . " " Hold out they hands o ' yourn , " said the ... night and to turn day - labourers into patrols of night watchmen . To be a stranger in a country parish was still to ...
Pagina 9
... night , and if there's a blaze by Gressford it shan't be in yard of mine . " Meanwhile , a man who is used to the regularity of prison diet is apt to feel the pangs of hunger both soon and sorely . The hour of the mid - day meal was now ...
... night , and if there's a blaze by Gressford it shan't be in yard of mine . " Meanwhile , a man who is used to the regularity of prison diet is apt to feel the pangs of hunger both soon and sorely . The hour of the mid - day meal was now ...
Pagina 13
... night , and he was chilled and hungry to the very marrow of his bones . Nevertheless , there was nothing to do but to tramp on . His next stage on the road to possible work and probable starvation was the village of Gressford St. Mary ...
... night , and he was chilled and hungry to the very marrow of his bones . Nevertheless , there was nothing to do but to tramp on . His next stage on the road to possible work and probable starvation was the village of Gressford St. Mary ...
Pagina 37
... night . Did ever fortress pass so quietly into the hands of the foreigner ? A few gamins were loitering in the neighbourhood , and of course several red - trousered soldiers , who stared a little as I executed my " open sesame ...
... night . Did ever fortress pass so quietly into the hands of the foreigner ? A few gamins were loitering in the neighbourhood , and of course several red - trousered soldiers , who stared a little as I executed my " open sesame ...
Pagina 45
... night and wonders pitifully about to - morrow . Like most other ills to which humanity is heir , the especial indis- position now under notice varies in its hold upon a patient with respect both to duration and to intensity . To some it ...
... night and wonders pitifully about to - morrow . Like most other ills to which humanity is heir , the especial indis- position now under notice varies in its hold upon a patient with respect both to duration and to intensity . To some it ...
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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...