The Cornhill Magazine, Band 30George Smith, William Makepeace Thackeray Smith, Elder and Company, 1874 |
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... sort of a future existence the new faith of Spiritualism proposes to give us . Of course it affords every facility for such an inquiry ; for , while other religions teach primarily concerning God , and secondly , and with much more ...
... sort of a future existence the new faith of Spiritualism proposes to give us . Of course it affords every facility for such an inquiry ; for , while other religions teach primarily concerning God , and secondly , and with much more ...
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... sort of purpose , it will be seen that in London the work has still to be begun . Happily it is no longer necessary to prove that so long as the houses of the poor are wanting in all the requisites which go to make life healthy or ...
... sort of purpose , it will be seen that in London the work has still to be begun . Happily it is no longer necessary to prove that so long as the houses of the poor are wanting in all the requisites which go to make life healthy or ...
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... sort of society or stimulant , and when for the best part of each successive day he could look forward to some kind of excitement . If the conversation flagged of a sudden after a cheery dinner , the smile would die as suddenly on his ...
... sort of society or stimulant , and when for the best part of each successive day he could look forward to some kind of excitement . If the conversation flagged of a sudden after a cheery dinner , the smile would die as suddenly on his ...
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... sort of forlorn hope of seeing something to relieve them . She recognised the young man at once , though she did not know of his arrival , or even that he was looked for ; and the moment she saw him instantly gave him a place - though ...
... sort of forlorn hope of seeing something to relieve them . She recognised the young man at once , though she did not know of his arrival , or even that he was looked for ; and the moment she saw him instantly gave him a place - though ...
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... sort , you are . If I could find any girl , now , like what you were then , see if I wouldn't try to get her for a wife . " " Oh yes ! " said the old lady , vastly pleased , and smiling a little ; " there were two or three of your ...
... sort , you are . If I could find any girl , now , like what you were then , see if I wouldn't try to get her for a wife . " " Oh yes ! " said the old lady , vastly pleased , and smiling a little ; " there were two or three of your ...
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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.