The Cornhill Magazine, Band 57;Band 130

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William Makepeace Thackeray
Smith, Elder and Company, 1924
 

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Seite 66 - : ' Jenny kiss'd me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in. Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in. Say I'm weary, say I'm sad, Say that health and wealth have miss'd me, Say I'm growing old, but add—• Jenny kiss'd me.
Seite 570 - Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on And turns no more his head ; Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread."
Seite 513 - Dora's album with him. The following was the contribution of that trip. ' The Eagle. ' He clasps the crag with hooked hands: Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ring'd with the azure world he stands. ' The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls: He watches from his
Seite 445 - Do not all charms fly At the mere touch of cold philosophy ? There was an awful rainbow once in heaven ; We know her woof and texture : she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an angel's wings
Seite 14 - The hills were round us, and the breeze Went o'er the sunlit fields again; Our foreheads felt the wind and rain. Our youth return'd; for there was shed On spirits that had long been dead, Spirits dried up and closely furl'd, The freshness of the early world.
Seite 637 - 0, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour ! Enough; no more : 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Seite 129 - of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Seite 275 - Like the gale that sighs along Beds of Oriental flowers Is the grateful breath of song That once was heard in happier hours. Fill'd with balm, the gale sighs on Though the flowers have sunk in death, So when pleasure's dream is gone Its memory lives in music's breath.
Seite 514 - yet most delicate ; of sallow brown complexion, almost Indian looking, clothes cynically loose, freeand-easy, smokes infinite tobacco. His voice is musical, metallic, fit for loud laughter and piercing wail, and all that may lie between; speech and speculation free and plenteous ; I do not meet in these late decades such company over a pipe ! We shall see what he will grow to.
Seite 453 - sew'd his sheet, making my mane ; I watched the corpse, myself alane; I watched his body, night and day ; No living creature came that way. ' I took his body on my back And whiles I gaed and whiles I sat; I digged

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