The Cornhill Magazine, Band 30George Smith, William Makepeace Thackeray Smith, Elder and Company, 1874 |
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... rounded with wonderment . " Yes , you must be a blind thing , Liddy ! " she said , in reckless abandonment and grief ... round Liddy's neck . " I must let it out to somebody ; it is wearing me away . Don't you yet know enough of me to ...
... rounded with wonderment . " Yes , you must be a blind thing , Liddy ! " she said , in reckless abandonment and grief ... round Liddy's neck . " I must let it out to somebody ; it is wearing me away . Don't you yet know enough of me to ...
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... round and leaping upon the hedge without waiting for an answer .. " Under the eaves . I knew where they were kept , " said Gabriel , following him . " Coggan , you can ride bare - backed ? there's no time to look for saddles . " " Like ...
... round and leaping upon the hedge without waiting for an answer .. " Under the eaves . I knew where they were kept , " said Gabriel , following him . " Coggan , you can ride bare - backed ? there's no time to look for saddles . " " Like ...
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... round him . Unfortunately the erratic crumb did not improve his narrative powers , and a supplementary hindrance was that of a sneeze , jerking from his pocket his rather large watch , which dangled in front of the young man pendulum ...
... round him . Unfortunately the erratic crumb did not improve his narrative powers , and a supplementary hindrance was that of a sneeze , jerking from his pocket his rather large watch , which dangled in front of the young man pendulum ...
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... round . " " You stun - poll ! What will ye say next ! " said Coggan . " Let en alone , " interposed Joseph Poorgrass . " The boy's maning is that the sky and the earth in the kingdom of Bath is not altogether different from ours here ...
... round . " " You stun - poll ! What will ye say next ! " said Coggan . " Let en alone , " interposed Joseph Poorgrass . " The boy's maning is that the sky and the earth in the kingdom of Bath is not altogether different from ours here ...
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... round compass of the world is known ? A speech divine ; but yet I marvel much how it should spring from thee , Mark Cicero , that sold for glory the sweet peace of life , and make a torment of rich nature's work , wearing thyself by ...
... round compass of the world is known ? A speech divine ; but yet I marvel much how it should spring from thee , Mark Cicero , that sold for glory the sweet peace of life , and make a torment of rich nature's work , wearing thyself by ...
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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.