The Cornhill Magazine, Band 30George Smith, William Makepeace Thackeray Smith, Elder and Company, 1874 |
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... strange , because of its contrast with my feeling for you . " She regained self - possession , fixed her eyes calmly , and waited . " You know what that feeling is , " continued Boldwood deliberately . " A thing strong as death . No ...
... strange , because of its contrast with my feeling for you . " She regained self - possession , fixed her eyes calmly , and waited . " You know what that feeling is , " continued Boldwood deliberately . " A thing strong as death . No ...
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... strange vagary , this of hers , isn't it , Oak ? " said Coggan , curiously . " Yes , " said Gabriel , shortly . " Coggan , suppose we keep this night's work as quiet as we can ? " " I am of one and the same mind . FAR FROM THE MADDING ...
... strange vagary , this of hers , isn't it , Oak ? " said Coggan , curiously . " Yes , " said Gabriel , shortly . " Coggan , suppose we keep this night's work as quiet as we can ? " " I am of one and the same mind . FAR FROM THE MADDING ...
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... strange desire , neighbours , this desire to hide , and no praise due . Yet there is a Sermon on the Mount with a calendar of the blessed at the head , and certain meek men may be named therein . " · " Cainy's grandfather was a very ...
... strange desire , neighbours , this desire to hide , and no praise due . Yet there is a Sermon on the Mount with a calendar of the blessed at the head , and certain meek men may be named therein . " · " Cainy's grandfather was a very ...
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... strange cities , and as such the boy's words should be suffered , so to speak it . " " " " And the people of Bath , " continued Cain , never need to light their fires except as a luxery , for the water springs up out of the earth ready ...
... strange cities , and as such the boy's words should be suffered , so to speak it . " " " " And the people of Bath , " continued Cain , never need to light their fires except as a luxery , for the water springs up out of the earth ready ...
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... strange to him on earthly things to whom the whole course of eternity and the 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 ...
... strange to him on earthly things to whom the whole course of eternity and the 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 ...
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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.