Fraser's Magazine for Town and Country, Volume 36James Anthony Froude, John Tulloch J. Fraser, 1847 Contains the first printing of Sartor resartus, as well as other works by Thomas Carlyle. |
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Página 138 - Look not thou upon the wine when it is red, when it giveth his colour in the cup, when it moveth itself aright. At the last it biteth like a serpent, and stingeth like an adder.
Página 490 - Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again? Whate'er the theme, the maiden sang As if her song could have no ending; I saw her singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending; — I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.
Página 495 - Or call up him that left half told The story of Cambuscan bold, Of Camball, and of Algarsife, And who had Canace to wife, That owned the virtuous ring and glass, And of the wondrous horse of brass, On which the Tartar king did ride; And if aught else, great bards beside, In sage and solemn tunes have sung, Of tourneys and of trophies hung; Of forests, and enchantments drear, Where more is meant than meets the ear.
Página 141 - But yet the Lord that is on high, Is more of might by far, Than noise of many waters is, Or great sea-billows are.
Página 490 - Will no one tell me what she sings? Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again!
Página 404 - And Miriam, the prophetess, the sister of Aaron, took a timbrel in her hand ; and all the women went out after her with timbrels and with dances. And Miriam answered them, Sing ye to the Lord, for he hath triumphed gloriously : the horse and his rider hath he thrown into the sea.
Página 591 - Fearless she had track'd his feet To this rocky, wild retreat ; And, when morning met his view, Her mild glances met it too. Ah ! your Saints have cruel hearts ! Sternly from his bed he starts. And, with rude, repulsive shock, Hurls her from the beetling rock. Glendalough ! thy gloomy wave Soon was gentle Kathleen's grave ! Soon the Saint (yet ah ! too late) Felt her love, and mourn'd her fate. When he said,
Página 183 - Peters arguing with him," which was not very chivalrous in Mr. Peters, " broke out and said, ' That if the King had no more ground in England but Basing House, he would adventure as he did, and so maintain it to the uttermost ; ' — meaning with these Papists ; comforting himself in this disaster, 'that Basing House was called Loyalty.
Página 178 - By my troth, if my lord treasurer were but a young man, I could find in my heart to love him for a husband before any man in England.
Página 182 - provoked our soldiers (then in heat) into a farther passion. There lay dead upon the ground, Major Cuffle ; — a man of great account amongst them, and a notorious Papist : slain by the hands of Major Harrison, that godly and gallant gentleman...