Fraser's Magazine for Town and Country, Том 60James Anthony Froude, John Tulloch J. Fraser, 1859 Contains the first printing of Sartor resartus, as well as other works by Thomas Carlyle. |
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Fraser's Magazine for Town and Country, Том 64 James Anthony Froude,John Tulloch Повний перегляд - 1861 |
Fraser's Magazine for Town and Country, Том 36 James Anthony Froude,John Tulloch Повний перегляд - 1847 |
Fraser's Magazine for Town and Country, Том 34 James Anthony Froude,John Tulloch Повний перегляд - 1846 |
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Сторінка 157 - Nor less I deem that there are Powers Which of themselves our minds impress; That we can feed this mind of ours In a wise passiveness. 'Think you, "mid all this mighty sum Of things for ever speaking, That nothing of itself will come, But we must still be seeking? '- Then ask not wherefore, here, alone, Conversing as I may, I sit upon this old grey stone, And dream my time away.
Сторінка 133 - Come not to me again : but say to Athens, Timon hath made his everlasting mansion Upon the beached verge of the salt flood ; Who once a day with his embossed froth The turbulent surge shall cover : thither come, And let my grave-stone be your oracle.
Сторінка 480 - It is the love of the people; it is their attachment to their government from the sense of the deep stake they have in such a glorious institution, which gives you your army and your navy, and infuses into both that liberal obedience, without which your army would be a base rabble, and your navy nothing but rotten timber.
Сторінка 306 - Yet think not that I come to urge thy crimes, I did not come to curse thee, Guinevere, I, whose vast pity almost makes me die To see thee, laying there thy golden head, My pride in happier summers, at my feet. The wrath which forced my thoughts on that fierce law, The doom of treason and the flaming death, (When first I learnt thee hidden here) is past. The...
Сторінка 306 - For think not, tho' thou wouldst not love thy lord, Thy lord has wholly lost his love for thee. I am not made of so slight elements. Yet must I leave thee, woman, to thy shame. I hold that man the worst of public foes Who either for his own or children's sake, To save his blood from scandal, lets the wife Whom he knows false abide and rule the house: For being thro...
Сторінка 307 - Would not look up, or half-despised the height To which I would not or I could not climb — I thought I could not breathe in that fine air That pure severity of perfect light — I...
Сторінка 138 - In these two princely boys! They are as gentle As zephyrs, blowing below the violet, Not wagging his sweet head: and yet as rough, Their royal blood enchafd, as the rud'st wind, That by the top doth take the mountain pine, And make him stoop to the vale.
Сторінка 307 - Call'd me polluted: shall I kill myself? What help in that? I cannot kill my sin, If soul be soul; nor can I kill my shame; No, nor by living can I live it down. The days will grow to weeks, the weeks to months, The months will add themselves and make the years, The years will roll into the centuries, And mine will ever be a name of scorn.
Сторінка 301 - His honour rooted in dishonour stood, And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true.
Сторінка 306 - Denouncing judgment, but tho' changed, the King's. " Liest thou here so low, the child of one I honor'd, happy, dead before thy shame ? Well is it that no child is born of thee. The children born of thee are sword and fire, Red ruin, and the breaking up of laws, . The craft of kindred and the godless hosts Of heathen swarming o'er the Northern Sea...