The Argosy, Том 29Mrs. Henry Wood, Charles William Wood Strahan & Company, 1880 A magazine of tales, travels, essays, and poems. |
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Сторінка 157 - Thus there was not one discordant thing in her; but a perfect harmony of figure, and face, and soul — in a word, of the whole being. And he who had a soul to comprehend hers must of necessity love her, and having once loved her, could love no other woman for evermore.
Сторінка 96 - Dull enough felt Ella after Conroy's departure. " I'll get a book," she said, shaking off her thoughts, which had turned on the man Conroy had seen behind the yew-tree : and she went to a distant room in search of one. Coming back with it, she saw the two housemaids, Martha and Ann, standing at the foot of the stairs which led up to the north wing. One of them held a candle, the other clung to her arm ; both their faces were wearing an unmistakable look of terror. " What is the matter ? " she asked,...
Сторінка 174 - ... Northumbrian with a sum more than equal to the expected profits of the voyage, and received his thanks in tones wherein the natural roughness of his accent was increased to a fearful degree by the strength of his emotion. All things being arranged, Frank shook his acquaintance by the hand, and remarked that it would be well for him to keep out of the way for a while. So bidding the man of harsh aspirations adieu, he made his way to the coach, and, in twenty-four hours, was embarked in the Labrador,...
Сторінка 51 - The religion of Norway is Lutheran, and, perhaps, no country has less sympathy with Romanism, and in no country is Romanism making less progress. Its forms and ceremonials, appealing to the senses rather than to the spiritual part of man's nature, has no attractions for this honest, simple-minded people.
Сторінка 58 - ... but the Lord was not in the earthquake ; and after the earthquake a fire; but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire "—after all those tumults and terrors —" a still small voice." " One said no less truly than merrily," writes Fuller of Warwickshire : " ' It is the heart, but not the core of England,' having nothing coarse or choaky therein.
Сторінка 53 - For it is pretty certain that as iron sharpeneth iron, so this people, coming into contact with the sharpness and cunning of other nations, will lose much of their native simplicity and integrity. Ten years hence, travelling in Norway will be as different from what it now is, as it is now unlike what it was ten years ago.
Сторінка 42 - ... wait upon life itself. Not a land of fragrant breezes, where the nightingale sings to its mate, whilst the stately queen of night rises in the dark blue dome, bathing the earth in a silvery flood, the while lovers pace romantic ruins washed by a broad flowing Rhine, or a sterner Danube: or linger in bowers on the banks of the soft blue waters of a Moselle - lovers whose lips are silent for a bliss that is filling their hearts with an emotion for which an eternity would be too short, and life,...
Сторінка 284 - Staff of judicial dignitaries, including the Foged, or chief administrative official ; the Sorenskriver, or local judge, and the Lensmand...
Сторінка 42 - Not a land flowing with milk and honey; not a land of olive-yards and vine-yards: of southern skies and effeminate luxuriance: of Spanish dances and Italian serenades; of soft intrigues and quick revenges that wait upon life itself. Not a land of fragrant breezes, where the nightingale sings to its mate, whilst the stately queen of night rises in the dark blue dome, bathing the earth in a silvery flood, the while lovers pace romantic ruins washed by a broad flowing Rhine, or a sterner Danube: or...