The Cornhill Magazine, Том 47William Makepeace Thackeray Smith, Elder and Company, 1883 |
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... sort between them . There might have been of course ; but as it happened there was not . Headway apparently was the successor of Beck ; perhaps there had been others between . She was in no sort of " society ; " she only had a local ...
... sort between them . There might have been of course ; but as it happened there was not . Headway apparently was the successor of Beck ; perhaps there had been others between . She was in no sort of " society ; " she only had a local ...
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... sort he had gone there to replenish a pocket depleted by youthful extravagance . His first attempts had failed ; the days were passing away when a fortune was to be picked up even by a young man who might be supposed to have inherited ...
... sort he had gone there to replenish a pocket depleted by youthful extravagance . His first attempts had failed ; the days were passing away when a fortune was to be picked up even by a young man who might be supposed to have inherited ...
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... sort of artistic perfection . This faculty excited real envy on the part of Rupert Waterville , who was ten years younger than he , and who had too many ambitions and anxieties - none of them very important , but making collectively a ...
... sort of artistic perfection . This faculty excited real envy on the part of Rupert Waterville , who was ten years younger than he , and who had too many ambitions and anxieties - none of them very important , but making collectively a ...
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... sort of a woman is she , any way ? ' " " Hasn't he found out yet ? " " He doesn't understand me , " said Mrs. Headway , surveying the front of her dress . " He has never seen any one like me . " " I should imagine not ! " " So he THE ...
... sort of a woman is she , any way ? ' " " Hasn't he found out yet ? " " He doesn't understand me , " said Mrs. Headway , surveying the front of her dress . " He has never seen any one like me . " " I should imagine not ! " " So he THE ...
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... sort of numerical triumph . Littlemore said to Waterville that it was stupid of her to wish to scale the heights ; she ought to know how much more she was in her place down below . She appeared vaguely to irritate him ; even her ...
... sort of numerical triumph . Littlemore said to Waterville that it was stupid of her to wish to scale the heights ; she ought to know how much more she was in her place down below . She appeared vaguely to irritate him ; even her ...
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Сторінка 198 - Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes, As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music...
Сторінка 437 - By all the heav'ns thou hast in him, Fair sister of the seraphim! By all of him we have in thee, Leave nothing of myself in me: Let me so read thy life that I Unto all life of mine may die.
Сторінка 564 - Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Сторінка 199 - To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element!
Сторінка 176 - Where the thin harvest waves its wither'd ears; Rank weeds, that every art and care defy, Reign o'er the land and rob the blighted rye : There thistles stretch their prickly arms afar, And to the ragged infant threaten war...
Сторінка 670 - I have of late— but wherefore I know not— lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Сторінка 198 - A pleasure in the dimness of the stars. And hark! the Nightingale begins its song, "Most musical, most melancholy" bird! A melancholy bird? Oh! idle thought! In Nature there is nothing melancholy. But some night-wandering man whose heart was pierced With the remembrance of a grievous wrong, Or slow distemper, or neglected love, (And so, poor wretch!
Сторінка 437 - O thou undaunted daughter of desires ! By all thy dower of lights and fires; By all the eagle in thee, all the dove; By all thy lives and deaths of love...
Сторінка 216 - ... and mystery, guard her shrine, I saw Beauty enthroned; and though her gaze struck awe, I drew it in as simply as my breath.
Сторінка 192 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath...