Macmillan's Magazine, Volum 43Macmillan and Company, 1881 |
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... look very well and to be , if possible , even better ; her determination to see , to try , to know ; her combination of the delicate , de- sultory , flame - like spirit and the eager and personal young girl , she would be an easy victim ...
... look very well and to be , if possible , even better ; her determination to see , to try , to know ; her combination of the delicate , de- sultory , flame - like spirit and the eager and personal young girl , she would be an easy victim ...
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... look , habitually sombre , lay under the shadow of a deeper cloud . He had grown anxious about his father , whose gout , hitherto confined to his legs , had begun to ascend into regions more perilous . The old man had been gravely ill ...
... look , habitually sombre , lay under the shadow of a deeper cloud . He had grown anxious about his father , whose gout , hitherto confined to his legs , had begun to ascend into regions more perilous . The old man had been gravely ill ...
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... look the worse for it , " said Isabel , who , if it pleased her to hear it said that her accomplish- ments were numerous , was happily able to reflect that such complacency was not the indication of a feeble mind , inasmuch as there ...
... look the worse for it , " said Isabel , who , if it pleased her to hear it said that her accomplish- ments were numerous , was happily able to reflect that such complacency was not the indication of a feeble mind , inasmuch as there ...
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... look of despair , and sat down again . " Oh , if it's necessary , I will stay up till midnight , " she said . Ralph meanwhile handed Isabel her candlestick . He had been watching her ; it had seemed to him that her temper was stirred ...
... look of despair , and sat down again . " Oh , if it's necessary , I will stay up till midnight , " she said . Ralph meanwhile handed Isabel her candlestick . He had been watching her ; it had seemed to him that her temper was stirred ...
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... look very wretched , " Isabel observed . " Possibly not ; though , being a man of imagination , I think he often has uncomfortable hours . But what is it to say of a man of his opportunities that he is not miserable ? Besides , I ...
... look very wretched , " Isabel observed . " Possibly not ; though , being a man of imagination , I think he often has uncomfortable hours . But what is it to say of a man of his opportunities that he is not miserable ? Besides , I ...
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Side 376 - Were with his heart, and that was far away ; He recked not of the life he lost, nor prize ; But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother, — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday.
Side 240 - Heat like the mouth of a hell, or a deluge of cataract skies, Stench of old offal decaying, and infinite torment of flies, Thoughts of the breezes of May blowing over an English field, Cholera, scurvy, and fever, the wound that would not be...
Side 242 - Madam, I beg your pardon \ I think that you mean to be kind, But I cannot hear what you say for my Willy's voice in the wind — The snow and the sky so bright — he used but to call in the dark, And he calls to me now from the church and not from the gibbet — for hark \ Nay — you can hear it yourself — it is coming — shaking the walls — Willy — the moon's in a cloud Good-night. I am going. He calls. THE NORTHERN COBBLER I WAAIT till our Sally cooms in, fur thou mun a
Side 29 - I do not think that the religious sentiment was ever strongly developed in me), to the firm conviction of the existence of God, and of the immortality of the soul. In...
Side 240 - Revenge with a swarthier alien crew, And away she sail'd with her loss and long'd for her own ; When a wind from the lands they had ruin'd awoke from sleep, And the water began to heave and the weather to moan, And or ever that evening ended a great gale blew, And a wave like the wave that is raised by an earthquake grew, Till it smote on their hulls and their sails and their masts and their flags, And the whole sea plunged and fell on the shotshatter'd navy of Spain, And the little Revenge herself...
Side 207 - I do declare that no foreign prince, person, prelate, state, or potentate hath, or ought to have any jurisdiction, power, superiority, preeminence, or authority, ecclesiastical or spiritual, within this realm; so help me God.
Side 375 - 'Give me a republic. The king-times are fast finishing; there will be blood shed like water and tears like mist, but the peoples will conquer in the end. I shall not live to see it, but I foresee it.
Side 403 - The schools of ancient sages; his, who bred Great Alexander to subdue the world, Lyceum there, and painted Stoa next : There...
Side 377 - ... died having produced too little and being as yet too immature to rival them. I for my part can never even think of equalling with them any other of their contemporaries;— either Coleridge, poet and philosopher wrecked in a mist of opium; or Shelley, beautiful and ineffectual angel, beating in the void his luminous wings in vain. Wordsworth and Byron stand out by themselves. When the year 1900 is turned, and our nation comes to recount her poetic glories in the century which has then just ended,...
Side 258 - I don't agree with you. I think just the other way. I don't know whether I succeed in expressing myself, but I know that nothing else expresses me. Nothing that belongs to me is any measure of me; everything's on the contrary a limit, a barrier, and a perfectly arbitrary one. Certainly the clothes which, as you say, I choose to wear, don't express me; and heaven forbid they should!