The Illustrated Magazine, Volumes 23-24Ward and Lock, 1867 |
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... coming this morning . " Bateman quitted the room silently and quietly as he had entered , and the manager turned to his work again . a Another tap ; this time it was a servant , with card- " Madame Brabazon . ” " Show the lady up ...
... coming this morning . " Bateman quitted the room silently and quietly as he had entered , and the manager turned to his work again . a Another tap ; this time it was a servant , with card- " Madame Brabazon . ” " Show the lady up ...
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... coming smash you may successfully hide from the world of your acquaintance - to them you may appear just the same well - to - do , warm man they have always known you , and they entertain not the slightest suspicion of the coming storm ...
... coming smash you may successfully hide from the world of your acquaintance - to them you may appear just the same well - to - do , warm man they have always known you , and they entertain not the slightest suspicion of the coming storm ...
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... coming to an end . The injured wife's dying curse was fast draw- ing to its climax , and the orchestra had com- menced the slow music to which Nathalie was to die , when an exclamation from Lord Sefton startled the inmates of the box ...
... coming to an end . The injured wife's dying curse was fast draw- ing to its climax , and the orchestra had com- menced the slow music to which Nathalie was to die , when an exclamation from Lord Sefton startled the inmates of the box ...
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... Coming out upon a hill - side , more exposed to the direct fury of the sleet , we find Nature wearing a wilder look . Every white - birch clump around us is bent divergingly to the despair upon the whiter bank . The bare , writhing ...
... Coming out upon a hill - side , more exposed to the direct fury of the sleet , we find Nature wearing a wilder look . Every white - birch clump around us is bent divergingly to the despair upon the whiter bank . The bare , writhing ...
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... coming hour of trial , God help me ! God help me ! " The passionate cry grew quiet , and at last the prayer came in whispered words , not the agony of the heart cry . When Dr. Smith tapped at the door , there was no trace in the calm ...
... coming hour of trial , God help me ! God help me ! " The passionate cry grew quiet , and at last the prayer came in whispered words , not the agony of the heart cry . When Dr. Smith tapped at the door , there was no trace in the calm ...
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Página 316 - How often have I paused on every charm, The sheltered cot , the cultivated farm , The never-failing brook, the busy mill, The decent church that topt the neighbouring hill, The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade, For talking age and whispering lovers made!
Página 24 - Marlowe, bathed in the Thespian springs, Had in him those brave translunary things That the first poets had; his raptures were All air and fire, which made his verses clear, For that fine madness still he did retain Which rightly should possess a poet's brain.
Página 120 - A cry that shiver'd to the tingling stars, And, as it were one voice, an agony Of lamentation, like a wind, that shrills All night in a waste land, where no one comes, Or hath come, since the making of the world. Then murmur'd Arthur, 'Place me in the barge,
Página 44 - New mercies each returning day Hover around us while we pray — New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven.
Página 61 - Fie, my lord, fie ! a soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account? Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? Doct. Do you mark that? Lady M. The thane of Fife had a wife; where is she now? What, will these hands ne'er be clean? No more o' that, my lord, no more o' that: you mar all with this starting.
Página 17 - TO THE MUSES. WHETHER on Ida's shady brow Or in the chambers of the East, The chambers of the Sun, that now From ancient melody have ceased ; Whether in heaven ye wander fair Or the green corners of the earth, Or the blue regions of the air, Where the melodious winds have birth...
Página 17 - ... the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me : "Pipe a song about a Lamb !
Página 131 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Página 22 - I will not cease from Mental Fight, Nor shall my Sword sleep in my hand Till we have built Jerusalem In England's green and pleasant Land.