The Cornhill Magazine, Band 30George Smith, William Makepeace Thackeray Smith, Elder and Company, 1874 |
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... girl could make for her family , an absolute renunciation of self and voluntary martyrdom for them , changed its character altogether when they no longer required it . Why should she do what was worse than death , when the object for ...
... girl could make for her family , an absolute renunciation of self and voluntary martyrdom for them , changed its character altogether when they no longer required it . Why should she do what was worse than death , when the object for ...
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... girl carrying off the best match in the county ! " " I hope we are sufficiently grateful for all the good things Providence sends us , " said Mrs. Damerel , fixing her eyes severely upon Rose . Oh , if she had but had the courage to ...
... girl carrying off the best match in the county ! " " I hope we are sufficiently grateful for all the good things Providence sends us , " said Mrs. Damerel , fixing her eyes severely upon Rose . Oh , if she had but had the courage to ...
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... girl's life as she wished . But she thought it right to show her displeasure , though her heart almost failed her . Rose had shut herself up in wild misery and passion . She had de- clared to herself that she wanted to see no one ; that ...
... girl's life as she wished . But she thought it right to show her displeasure , though her heart almost failed her . Rose had shut herself up in wild misery and passion . She had de- clared to herself that she wanted to see no one ; that ...
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... girl ? A great throb of love and pity went through the young man's heart . - " Don't be angry with me , " he said ; " but I cannot see you here , alone and looking sad - and take no interest . Can you tell me what it is ? Can you make ...
... girl ? A great throb of love and pity went through the young man's heart . - " Don't be angry with me , " he said ; " but I cannot see you here , alone and looking sad - and take no interest . Can you tell me what it is ? Can you make ...
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... girl's mouth , and with a look she never forgot , went with her into the empty nest , from which the bird had flown . All Mrs. Damerel's wits rallied to her on the moment to save the scandal which was inevitable if this were known ...
... girl's mouth , and with a look she never forgot , went with her into the empty nest , from which the bird had flown . All Mrs. Damerel's wits rallied to her on the moment to save the scandal which was inevitable if this were known ...
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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.