The Cornhill Magazine, Band 30George Smith, William Makepeace Thackeray Smith, Elder and Company, 1874 |
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... kind of classical knowledge which Chapman and others brought from the Oxford and Cambridge of the sixteenth century . He himself passed some time in residence at both of the Universities . " In 1574 , or thereabouts , " says Wood in his ...
... kind of classical knowledge which Chapman and others brought from the Oxford and Cambridge of the sixteenth century . He himself passed some time in residence at both of the Universities . " In 1574 , or thereabouts , " says Wood in his ...
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... kind of wanton melancholy into ' em , that makes ' em think their noses bigger than their faces , greater than the sun in brightness ; and whereas nature made ' em but half fools , we make ' em all fool . And this is our palpable ...
... kind of wanton melancholy into ' em , that makes ' em think their noses bigger than their faces , greater than the sun in brightness ; and whereas nature made ' em but half fools , we make ' em all fool . And this is our palpable ...
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... kind of work offers equal dangers and advantages ; it excludes two thirds of the general readers who may be wanting in the quick sagacity requisite for the proper comprehension of the author's process , although in the main they may be ...
... kind of work offers equal dangers and advantages ; it excludes two thirds of the general readers who may be wanting in the quick sagacity requisite for the proper comprehension of the author's process , although in the main they may be ...
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... kind . Upon this , she ran to the boat furthest from the shore and jumped into the water , thereby splashing us abominably . Although she paradox , and that the " Unknown " must have been singularly destitute in feminine dignity and ...
... kind . Upon this , she ran to the boat furthest from the shore and jumped into the water , thereby splashing us abominably . Although she paradox , and that the " Unknown " must have been singularly destitute in feminine dignity and ...
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... kind , however , will more properly be spoken of under the head of unwholesomeness , because the way in which it principally acts is by depriving each house of proper ventilation . The overcrowding of single houses , or more accurately ...
... kind , however , will more properly be spoken of under the head of unwholesomeness , because the way in which it principally acts is by depriving each house of proper ventilation . The overcrowding of single houses , or more accurately ...
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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.