The Cornhill Magazine, Band 30George Smith, William Makepeace Thackeray Smith, Elder and Company, 1874 |
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... don't care the least for Mr. Troy - not I. Everybody knows how much I hate him . - Yes , " repeated the froward ... t care for him ; I don't mean to defend his good name , not I. Mind this , if any of you say a word against him you'll be ...
... don't care the least for Mr. Troy - not I. Everybody knows how much I hate him . - Yes , " repeated the froward ... t care for him ; I don't mean to defend his good name , not I. Mind this , if any of you say a word against him you'll be ...
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... Don't be frightened at me , though perhaps I am enough to frighten any innocent woman . Come closer - closer . " She put her arms round Liddy's neck . " I must let it out to somebody ; it is wearing me away . Don't you yet know enough ...
... Don't be frightened at me , though perhaps I am enough to frighten any innocent woman . Come closer - closer . " She put her arms round Liddy's neck . " I must let it out to somebody ; it is wearing me away . Don't you yet know enough ...
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... don't want to repeat anything , " said Liddy with womanly dignity of a diminutive order ; " but I don't wish to stay with you . And , if you please , I'll go at the end of the harvest , or this week , or to - day . . . I don't see that ...
... don't want to repeat anything , " said Liddy with womanly dignity of a diminutive order ; " but I don't wish to stay with you . And , if you please , I'll go at the end of the harvest , or this week , or to - day . . . I don't see that ...
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... don't throw me off now ! " " I don't throw you off - indeed , how can I ? I never had you . ” In her noon - clear sense that she had never loved him she forgot for a moment her thoughtless angle on that day in February . " But there was ...
... don't throw me off now ! " " I don't throw you off - indeed , how can I ? I never had you . ” In her noon - clear sense that she had never loved him she forgot for a moment her thoughtless angle on that day in February . " But there was ...
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... don't accuse you of it - I deplore it . I took for earnest what you insist was jest , and now this that I pray to be jest you say is awful wretched earnest . Our moods meet at wrong places . I wish your feeling was more like mine , or ...
... don't accuse you of it - I deplore it . I took for earnest what you insist was jest , and now this that I pray to be jest you say is awful wretched earnest . Our moods meet at wrong places . I wish your feeling was more like mine , or ...
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Seite 465 - 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; There Poppies nodding, mock the hope of toil, There the blue Bugloss paints the sterile soil ; Hardy and high, above the slender sheaf, The slimy Mallow waves her silky leaf; O'er the young shoot the Charlock throws a shade, And clasping Tares cling round the sickly blade ; With mingled tints the rocky coasts abound, And a...
Seite 465 - 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...
Seite 343 - The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike, The devil will come, and Faustus must be damned.
Seite 345 - Thus, like the sad presaging raven, that tolls The sick man's passport in her hollow beak, And in the shadow of the silent night Doth shake contagion from her sable wings; Vexed and tormented runs poor Barabas With fatal curses towards these Christians.
Seite 350 - Lest haply after he hath laid the foundation, and is not able to finish it, all that behold it begin to mock him, saying, This man began to build, and was not able to finish.
Seite 465 - High o'er the restless Deep, above the reach Of Gunner's hope, vast flights of Wild-ducks stretch ; Far as the eye can glance on either side, In a broad space and level line they glide : All in their wedge-like figures from the North, Day after day, flight after flight go forth.
Seite 164 - Say not thou, What is the cause that the former days were better than these? for thou dost not inquire wisely concerning this.
Seite 346 - But not of kings. The forest deer, being struck, Runs to an herb that closeth up the wounds; But, when the imperial lion's flesh is gored, He rends and tears it with his wrathful paw, And highly scorning that the lowly earth Should drink his blood, mounts up into the air.
Seite 342 - Why this is hell, nor am I out of it : Think'st thou that I who saw the face of God, And tasted the eternal joys of Heaven, Am not tormented with ten thousand hells, In being deprived of everlasting bliss ? O Faustus!
Seite 338 - And let the majesty of Heaven behold Their scourge and terror tread on emperors. Smile stars, that reigned at my nativity, And dim the brightness of your neighbour lamps! Disdain to borrow light of Cynthia! For I, the chiefest lamp of all the earth.