The Cornhill Magazine, Band 30George Smith, William Makepeace Thackeray Smith, Elder and Company, 1874 |
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... knew no fear . Now that I know you have deceived me , I tremble , and wonder at what I have gone through . I consider myself lucky that I was not burnt or drowned . Now I shake with fear , and I shall never dare to approach fire or ...
... knew no fear . Now that I know you have deceived me , I tremble , and wonder at what I have gone through . I consider myself lucky that I was not burnt or drowned . Now I shake with fear , and I shall never dare to approach fire or ...
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... knew a run of ill - luck would be ruin . When heavy losses might have proved his salvation , of course the Devil pretended to stand his friend . Lawless held on his way ; the almost penniless Englishman led the train of a prince , and ...
... knew a run of ill - luck would be ruin . When heavy losses might have proved his salvation , of course the Devil pretended to stand his friend . Lawless held on his way ; the almost penniless Englishman led the train of a prince , and ...
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... knew he would only lose an agreeable companion . Lawless had nothing to do but order his carriage and drive off to the Grand Duke of Kalbsbraten next day , where he was sure of a hearty welcome . So in money transactions and games of ...
... knew he would only lose an agreeable companion . Lawless had nothing to do but order his carriage and drive off to the Grand Duke of Kalbsbraten next day , where he was sure of a hearty welcome . So in money transactions and games of ...
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... knew him the best , and shrinking all the time from a liking that must be akin to pity ; dying deserted by all but a couple of men whose hearts he had won - a foreign doctor , who refused his fees , and a British official , who deferred ...
... knew him the best , and shrinking all the time from a liking that must be akin to pity ; dying deserted by all but a couple of men whose hearts he had won - a foreign doctor , who refused his fees , and a British official , who deferred ...
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... knew them , and of some they did not know , they discoursed freely ; discussing and dissecting without reticence , without stint , as no other people have done before or since . They were the lovers of gossip par excellence , and Athens ...
... knew them , and of some they did not know , they discoursed freely ; discussing and dissecting without reticence , without stint , as no other people have done before or since . They were the lovers of gossip par excellence , and Athens ...
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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.