The Cornhill Magazine, Volume 29George Smith, William Makepeace Thackeray Smith, Elder and Company, 1874 |
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... perches of its prison . Then she looked attentively downwards . It was not at the bird , nor at the cat ; it was at an oblong package tied in paper , and lying between them . She turned 1-2 FAR FROM THE MADDING CROWD . 3.
... perches of its prison . Then she looked attentively downwards . It was not at the bird , nor at the cat ; it was at an oblong package tied in paper , and lying between them . She turned 1-2 FAR FROM THE MADDING CROWD . 3.
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... turned her head to learn if the waggoner were coming . He was not yet in sight ; and then her eyes crept back to the package , her thoughts seeming to run upon what was inside it . At length she drew the article into her lap , and ...
... turned her head to learn if the waggoner were coming . He was not yet in sight ; and then her eyes crept back to the package , her thoughts seeming to run upon what was inside it . At length she drew the article into her lap , and ...
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... turned back to meet his colloquist's eyes . A perception caused him to withdraw his own from hers as suddenly as if he had been caught in a theft . Recollection of the strange antics she had indulged in when passing through the trees ...
... turned back to meet his colloquist's eyes . A perception caused him to withdraw his own from hers as suddenly as if he had been caught in a theft . Recollection of the strange antics she had indulged in when passing through the trees ...
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... turned to open the other ; on second thoughts , the farmer considered he would first sit down , leaving both closed for a minute or two , till the temperature of the hut was a little raised . He sat down . His head began to ache in an ...
... turned to open the other ; on second thoughts , the farmer considered he would first sit down , leaving both closed for a minute or two , till the temperature of the hut was a little raised . He sat down . His head began to ache in an ...
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... turned over his taste to black hair , though he had sworn by brown ever since he was a boy , isolated himself till the space he filled in the public eye was contemptibly small . Love is a possible strength in an actual weakness ...
... turned over his taste to black hair , though he had sworn by brown ever since he was a boy , isolated himself till the space he filled in the public eye was contemptibly small . Love is a possible strength in an actual weakness ...
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Página 455 - For us, the winds do blow, The earth doth rest, heaven move, and fountains flow; Nothing we see, but means our good, As our delight, or as our treasure; The whole is either our cupboard of food, Or cabinet of pleasure.
Página 272 - He gives, He gives the best. Yet, when the sense of sacred presence fires, And strong devotion to the skies aspires, Pour forth thy fervours for a healthful mind, Obedient passions and a will resign'd ; For love, which scarce collective man can fill; For patience, sovereign o'er transmuted ill; For faith, that, panting for a happier seat. Counts death kind Nature's signal of retreat.
Página 470 - So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair ; And a voice said in mastery while I strove, 'Guess now who holds thee ?' — 'Death !
Página 688 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log, at last, dry, bald, and sere: A lily of a day, Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall, and die that night; It was the plant, and flower of light. In small proportions, we just beauties see: And in short measures, life may perfect be.
Página 686 - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.
Página 467 - If He heard us, He would surely (For they call Him good and mild) Answer, smiling down the steep world very purely, 'Come and rest with me, my child,'
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