The Cornhill Magazine, Band 30George Smith, William Makepeace Thackeray Smith, Elder and Company, 1874 |
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... Look back ........ 152 " 3 19 33 VIII . Wenna's first Triumph V. Throwing a Fly VII . Some New Experiences IX . The Ring of Evil Omen ........ 365 VI . The among the Tailors .... 369 376 381 385 THREE FEATHERS— ( continued ) . PAGE ...
... Look back ........ 152 " 3 19 33 VIII . Wenna's first Triumph V. Throwing a Fly VII . Some New Experiences IX . The Ring of Evil Omen ........ 365 VI . The among the Tailors .... 369 376 381 385 THREE FEATHERS— ( continued ) . PAGE ...
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... look was unanswerable . Seeing she turned a little aside , he said , " What , are you afraid of me ? " " Why should you say that ? " said Bathsheba . " I fancied you looked so , " said he . " And it is most strange , because of its ...
... look was unanswerable . Seeing she turned a little aside , he said , " What , are you afraid of me ? " " Why should you say that ? " said Bathsheba . " I fancied you looked so , " said he . " And it is most strange , because of its ...
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... look for saddles . " " Like a hero ! " said Jan. 66 ' Maryann , you go to bed , " Gabriel shouted to her from the top of the hedge . Springing down into Boldwood's pastures , each pocketed his halter to hide it from the horses , who ...
... look for saddles . " " Like a hero ! " said Jan. 66 ' Maryann , you go to bed , " Gabriel shouted to her from the top of the hedge . Springing down into Boldwood's pastures , each pocketed his halter to hide it from the horses , who ...
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... look at the ruts . Ay , that's our mare sure enough ! " " How do you know ? " " Old Jimmy Harris only shoed her last week , and I'd swear to his make among ten thousand . " " The rest of the gipsies must have gone on earlier , or some ...
... look at the ruts . Ay , that's our mare sure enough ! " " How do you know ? " " Old Jimmy Harris only shoed her last week , and I'd swear to his make among ten thousand . " " The rest of the gipsies must have gone on earlier , or some ...
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... Look at our lawyers ' bills ; not one contains virtue or honest drifts , but he cares , he cares , he cares ; for acorns now are in request , but the oak's poor fruit did nourish men ; men were like oaks of body , tough and strong ; men ...
... Look at our lawyers ' bills ; not one contains virtue or honest drifts , but he cares , he cares , he cares ; for acorns now are in request , but the oak's poor fruit did nourish men ; men were like oaks of body , tough and strong ; men ...
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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.