The Cornhill Magazine, Volume 29George Smith, William Makepeace Thackeray Smith, Elder and Company, 1874 |
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... beautiful . For a moment he seemed impressed with the speaking loneliness of the scene , or rather with the complete abstraction from all its compass of the sights and sounds of man . Human shapes , interferences , troubles , and joys ...
... beautiful . For a moment he seemed impressed with the speaking loneliness of the scene , or rather with the complete abstraction from all its compass of the sights and sounds of man . Human shapes , interferences , troubles , and joys ...
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... beautiful neck and shoulders ; but it may be stated that since her infancy nobody had ever seen them . Had she been put into a low dress she would have run and thrust her head into a bush . Yet she was not a shy girl by any means ; it ...
... beautiful neck and shoulders ; but it may be stated that since her infancy nobody had ever seen them . Had she been put into a low dress she would have run and thrust her head into a bush . Yet she was not a shy girl by any means ; it ...
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... beautiful Aju Bika , whose face has never been exposed to the weather , who has never entered any but her father's house , who has never indulged in a horse laugh . She has hair as black as a crow ; she bends herself like a pheasant ...
... beautiful Aju Bika , whose face has never been exposed to the weather , who has never entered any but her father's house , who has never indulged in a horse laugh . She has hair as black as a crow ; she bends herself like a pheasant ...
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... beautiful story . " Well for King James , my lord , " answered the young man , smiling and saluting his officer . " Then it matters the less for me , " added the Marquis ; and there was a sad tone in his voice , as if the words were an ...
... beautiful story . " Well for King James , my lord , " answered the young man , smiling and saluting his officer . " Then it matters the less for me , " added the Marquis ; and there was a sad tone in his voice , as if the words were an ...
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... beautiful Arab which he rode at a smooth canter within an inch of her ladyship's phaeton wheels . " Then one of you must go away , " screamed Lady Laura at the top of her voice . " It is sinful waste to burn two heroes at the same time ...
... beautiful Arab which he rode at a smooth canter within an inch of her ladyship's phaeton wheels . " Then one of you must go away , " screamed Lady Laura at the top of her voice . " It is sinful waste to burn two heroes at the same time ...
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Página 488 - I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life ! and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
Página 636 - Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
Página 715 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown : Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn ; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Página 487 - How do I love thee ? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
Página 702 - A tongue chain'd up without a sound ! Fountain heads and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves! Moonlight walks, when all the fowls Are warmly housed, save bats and owls ! A midnight bell, a parting groan — These are the sounds we feed upon ; Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley; Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.
Página 701 - Lay a garland on my hearse, Of the dismal yew; Maidens, willow branches bear; Say I died true: My love was false, but I was firm From my hour of birth. Upon my buried body lie Lightly, gentle earth!
Página 621 - For who to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing lingering look behind?
Página 486 - ... gracious hand appears To bear a gift for mortals, old or young: And, as I mused it in his antique tongue, I saw, in gradual vision through my tears, The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years, Those of my own life, who by turns had flung A shadow across me. Straightway I was 'ware, 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,' I said. But, there, The silver answer rang,...
Página 484 - THEY say that God lives very high; But, if you look above the pines, You cannot see our God; and why ? And, if you dig down in the mines, You never see him in the gold ; Though from him all that's glory shines. God is so good he wears a fold Of heaven and earth across his face, Like secrets kept for love, untold. But still I feel that his embrace Slides down by thrills through all things made, — Through sight and sound of every place. As if my tender mother laid On my shut lips her kisses' pressure,...
Página 707 - GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles today, Tomorrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may, go marry; For having lost but once your prime, You may for...