The Cornhill Magazine, Band 57;Band 130William Makepeace Thackeray Smith, Elder and Company, 1924 |
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Seite 269 - He then in a strain of humour beyond description abused me for putting Newton's head into my picture — 'a fellow,' said he, 'who believed nothing unless it was as clear as the three sides of a triangle.
Seite 8 - He found us when the age had bound Our souls in its benumbing round; He spoke, and loosed our heart in tears. He laid us as we lay at birth On the cool flowery lap of earth, Smiles broke from us and we had ease; The hills were round us, and the breeze Went o'er the sun-lit fields again; Our foreheads felt the wind and rain. Our youth return'd; for there was shed On spirits that had long been dead, Spirits dried up and closely furl'd, The freshness of the early world.
Seite 625 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour ! Enough ; no more : 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Seite 503 - HE clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ring'd with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls.
Seite 315 - Ought this inconvenience to be considered in fact as more than fanciful, more than one of mere delicacy or fastidiousness, as an inconvenience materially interfering with the ordinary comfort, physically, of human existence, not merely according to elegant or dainty modes and habits of living, but according to plain and sober and simple notions among the English people?
Seite 6 - Ah, sir, I was mad and violent. It was bitterness which they mistook for frolic. I was miserably poor, and I thought to fight my way by my literature and my wit; so I disregarded all power and all authority.
Seite 273 - Wakening thoughts that long have slept ; Kindling former smiles again In faded eyes that long have wept. Like the gale, that sighs along Beds of oriental flowers, Is the grateful breath of song, That once was heard in happier hours ; Fill'd with balm, the gale sighs on, Though the flowers have sunk in death ; So, when pleasure's dream is gone, Its memory lives in Music's breath.
Seite 344 - The Life and Adventures of Peter Wilkins, A Cornish Man; Relating particularly, His Shipwreck near the South Pole; his wonderful Passage thro...
Seite 315 - Ought this inconvenience to be considered, in fact, as more than fanciful, or as one of mere delicacy or fastidiousness — as an inconvenience materially interfering with the ordinary comfort, physically, of human existence, not merely according to elegant or dainty modes and habits of living, but according to plain, sober, and simple notions among the English people...
Seite 505 - JOY comes and goes, hope ebbs and flows Like the wave ; Change doth unknit the tranquil strength of men. Love lends life a little grace, A few sad smiles ; and then, Both are laid in one cold place, In the grave. Dreams dawn and fly, friends smile and die Like spring flowers ; Our vaunted life is one long funeral. Men dig graves with bitter tears For their dead hopes ; and all, Mazed with doubts and sick with fears, Count the hours.