The Cornhill Magazine, Τόμος 29George Smith, William Makepeace Thackeray Smith, Elder and Company, 1874 |
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... voice . " I heard a noise I could not account for when we were coming up the hill . " " I'll run back . " " Do , " she answered . The sensible horses stood perfectly still , and the waggoner's steps sank fainter and fainter in the ...
... voice . " I heard a noise I could not account for when we were coming up the hill . " " I'll run back . " " Do , " she answered . The sensible horses stood perfectly still , and the waggoner's steps sank fainter and fainter in the ...
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... voice , which was rather meant to travel back to himself than on to her . " Oh , no , " the girl replied . She seemed to prefer a less tragic pro- bability ; to have saved a man from death involved talk that should harmonise with the ...
... voice , which was rather meant to travel back to himself than on to her . " Oh , no , " the girl replied . She seemed to prefer a less tragic pro- bability ; to have saved a man from death involved talk that should harmonise with the ...
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... voice came from behind some laurel - bushes into which the cat had " Poor dear ! Did a nasty brute of a dog want to kill it ! -did he , poor dear ! " " I beg yer pardon , " said Oak to the voice , " but George was walking on behind me ...
... voice came from behind some laurel - bushes into which the cat had " Poor dear ! Did a nasty brute of a dog want to kill it ! -did he , poor dear ! " " I beg yer pardon , " said Oak to the voice , " but George was walking on behind me ...
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... voice , " don't be like it ! " Oak sighed a deep honest sigh -none the less so in that , being like the sigh of a pine plantation , it was rather noticeable as a disturbance of the atmosphere . " Why won't you have me ? " he said ...
... voice , " don't be like it ! " Oak sighed a deep honest sigh -none the less so in that , being like the sigh of a pine plantation , it was rather noticeable as a disturbance of the atmosphere . " Why won't you have me ? " he said ...
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... voice the shepherd's call . " Ovey , ovey , ovey ! " " Not a single bleat . He went to the hedge - a gap had been broken through it , and in the gap were the footprints of the sheep . Rather sur- prised to find them break fence at this ...
... voice the shepherd's call . " Ovey , ovey , ovey ! " " Not a single bleat . He went to the hedge - a gap had been broken through it , and in the gap were the footprints of the sheep . Rather sur- prised to find them break fence at this ...
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The Cornhill Magazine, Τόμοι 9-10;Τόμος 83;Τόμος 1901 William Makepeace Thackeray Πλήρης προβολή - 1901 |
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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...