The Cornhill Magazine, Τόμος 29George Smith, William Makepeace Thackeray Smith, Elder and Company, 1874 |
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... called Capella was yellow, Aldebaran and Betelgueux shone with a fiery red. To persons standing alone on a hill during a clear midnight such as this, the roll of the world eastward is almost a palpable movement. The sensation may be ...
... called Capella was yellow, Aldebaran and Betelgueux shone with a fiery red. To persons standing alone on a hill during a clear midnight such as this, the roll of the world eastward is almost a palpable movement. The sensation may be ...
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... called Norcombe Hill . Through a spur of this hill ran the highway from Norcombe to Caster- bridge , sunk in a deep cutting . Casually glancing over the hedge , Oak saw coming down the incline before him an ornamental spring waggon ...
... called Norcombe Hill . Through a spur of this hill ran the highway from Norcombe to Caster- bridge , sunk in a deep cutting . Casually glancing over the hedge , Oak saw coming down the incline before him an ornamental spring waggon ...
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... called a wild slope had been appropriated by Farmer Oak for his great purpose this winter . Detached hurdles thatched with straw were stuck into the ground at various scattered points , amid and under which the whitish forms of his meek ...
... called a wild slope had been appropriated by Farmer Oak for his great purpose this winter . Detached hurdles thatched with straw were stuck into the ground at various scattered points , amid and under which the whitish forms of his meek ...
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... called Bathsheba Everdene . He had made a toilet of a nicely adjusted kind - of a nature between the carefully neat and the carelessly ornate - of a degree between fine- market - day and wet - Sunday selection . He thoroughly cleaned ...
... called Bathsheba Everdene . He had made a toilet of a nicely adjusted kind - of a nature between the carefully neat and the carelessly ornate - of a degree between fine- market - day and wet - Sunday selection . He thoroughly cleaned ...
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... called to see you , " said Gabriel , pending her further speech . " Yes - I know that , " she said , panting like a robin , her face red and moist from her exertions , like a peony peta before the sun dries off the dew . " I didn't know ...
... called to see you , " said Gabriel , pending her further speech . " Yes - I know that , " she said , panting like a robin , her face red and moist from her exertions , like a peony peta before the sun dries off the dew . " I didn't know ...
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Σελίδα 691 - The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But, being spent, the worse, and worst Times, still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may, go marry: For having lost but once your prime, You may for ever tarry.
Σελίδα 699 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown : Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn ; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Σελίδα 455 - For us, the winds do blow, The earth doth rest, heaven move, and fountains flow; Nothing we see, but means our good, As our delight, or as our treasure; The whole is either our cupboard of food, Or cabinet of pleasure.
Σελίδα 272 - He gives, He gives the best. Yet, when the sense of sacred presence fires, And strong devotion to the skies aspires, Pour forth thy fervours for a healthful mind, Obedient passions and a will resign'd ; For love, which scarce collective man can fill; For patience, sovereign o'er transmuted ill; For faith, that, panting for a happier seat. Counts death kind Nature's signal of retreat.
Σελίδα 470 - So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair ; And a voice said in mastery while I strove, 'Guess now who holds thee ?' — 'Death !
Σελίδα 688 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log, at last, dry, bald, and sere: A lily of a day, Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall, and die that night; It was the plant, and flower of light. In small proportions, we just beauties see: And in short measures, life may perfect be.
Σελίδα 686 - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.
Σελίδα 467 - If He heard us, He would surely (For they call Him good and mild) Answer, smiling down the steep world very purely, 'Come and rest with me, my child,'
Σελίδα 686 - Are warmly housed save bats and owls! A midnight bell, a parting groan, These are the sounds we feed upon; Then stretch...