The Gentleman's Magazine, Partea 1Bradbury, Evans, 1874 |
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Pagina 12
... thought the thief , just as he had thought , " Which looks the blacker - gaol or liberty ? " By Beckfield , Gressford St. Mary , and Stackworth runs the Beck a tiny trout - stream , that somehow or other manages to creep straight into ...
... thought the thief , just as he had thought , " Which looks the blacker - gaol or liberty ? " By Beckfield , Gressford St. Mary , and Stackworth runs the Beck a tiny trout - stream , that somehow or other manages to creep straight into ...
Pagina 13
... thought that Farmer Holmes had been preparing him an inhospitable reception , but he was soon un- deceived by the shrill whistle of a fife and the sharp beat of a drum . The children ran forward : he leaned against the smithy door - at ...
... thought that Farmer Holmes had been preparing him an inhospitable reception , but he was soon un- deceived by the shrill whistle of a fife and the sharp beat of a drum . The children ran forward : he leaned against the smithy door - at ...
Pagina 22
... thought when I saw the ring I was in for a fight - but surely that old man isn't up to your weight ? Perhaps , though , it's with Master Fletcher ? " " Ha , ha , ha ! Your lordship will have your lordship's joke , my lord , " said the ...
... thought when I saw the ring I was in for a fight - but surely that old man isn't up to your weight ? Perhaps , though , it's with Master Fletcher ? " " Ha , ha , ha ! Your lordship will have your lordship's joke , my lord , " said the ...
Pagina 25
... thought to put me on your side by try- ing to stir me up to a most contemptible revenge . If it was I whom this man sought to injure in my purse - which is trash - that is all the more reason why I should be too large - minded to bear ...
... thought to put me on your side by try- ing to stir me up to a most contemptible revenge . If it was I whom this man sought to injure in my purse - which is trash - that is all the more reason why I should be too large - minded to bear ...
Pagina 68
... thought to be dying , and once pronounced to be dead . I was ten years old before it was judged safe to trust me from home at all , and my father's wishes to place me at a public school were uniformly opposed by various medical advisers ...
... thought to be dying , and once pronounced to be dead . I was ten years old before it was judged safe to trust me from home at all , and my father's wishes to place me at a public school were uniformly opposed by various medical advisers ...
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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...