Macmillan's Magazine, Volumen2Macmillan and Company, 1860 |
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... morning . It is , therefore , in no spirit of depre- ciation towards our current literature , that we venture to point out certain of its wide - spread vices . The vices which we select are not those which might turn out to be the ...
... morning . It is , therefore , in no spirit of depre- ciation towards our current literature , that we venture to point out certain of its wide - spread vices . The vices which we select are not those which might turn out to be the ...
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... morning burst into his room , to give him the news that the masters of certain cafés , of certain other well - known houses , complained of his teaching . Their es- tablishments were losing by it . Young men were imbibing a mania of ...
... morning burst into his room , to give him the news that the masters of certain cafés , of certain other well - known houses , complained of his teaching . Their es- tablishments were losing by it . Young men were imbibing a mania of ...
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... mornings , to angle with rude tackle inreservoir or canal - should be dragged through such mire as this in many an English shire in our day . If English landlords want to go on shoot- ing game much longer , they must give up selling it ...
... mornings , to angle with rude tackle inreservoir or canal - should be dragged through such mire as this in many an English shire in our day . If English landlords want to go on shoot- ing game much longer , they must give up selling it ...
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... morning , Harry Winburn unbolted the door of his mother's cottage , and stepped out in his shirt - sleeves on to the little walk in front , paved with pebbles . Per- haps some of my readers will recognise the name of an old acquaintance ...
... morning , Harry Winburn unbolted the door of his mother's cottage , and stepped out in his shirt - sleeves on to the little walk in front , paved with pebbles . Per- haps some of my readers will recognise the name of an old acquaintance ...
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... mornings , and desired his poor breakfast , and to be dismissed for the day to pick up the rest of his livelihood with ... morning . It was not , therefore , until Dame Winburn had finished her first slice of bread and butter , and had ...
... mornings , and desired his poor breakfast , and to be dismissed for the day to pick up the rest of his livelihood with ... morning . It was not , therefore , until Dame Winburn had finished her first slice of bread and butter , and had ...
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Página 162 - O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Página 49 - Praise the Lord from the earth, ye dragons and all deeps: Fire, and hail; snow, and vapours: stormy wind fulfilling his word: Mountains, and all hills; fruitful trees, and all cedars: Beasts, and all cattle; creeping things, and flying fowl...
Página 49 - I have nourished and brought up children, and they have rebelled against me. The ox knoweth his owner, and the ass his master's crib : but Israel doth not know, my people doth not consider.
Página 350 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Página 483 - So let all thine enemies perish, 0 LORD : but let them that love him be as the sun when he goeth forth in his might.
Página 344 - The point of one white star is quivering still Deep in the orange light of widening morn Beyond the purple mountains : through a chasm Of wind-divided mist the darker lake Reflects it : now it wanes : it gleams again As the waves fade, and as the burning threads Of woven cloud unravel in pale air : Tis lost ! and through yon peaks of cloud-like snow The roseate sunlight quivers...
Página 322 - Ben Battle was a soldier bold, And used to war's alarms; But a cannon-ball took off his legs, So he laid down his arms ! Now as they bore him off the field, Said he, "Let others shoot, For here I leave my second leg, And the Forty-second Foot!
Página 8 - Man that is born of woman is of few days and full of trouble. He cometh forth like a flower and is cut down ; he fleeth also as a shadow and continueth not.
Página 350 - Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth The trumpet of a prophecy!
Página 192 - Thy voice is heard thro' rolling drums, That beat to battle where he stands ; Thy face across his fancy comes, And gives the battle to his hands : A moment, while the trumpets blow, He sees his brood about thy knee ; The next, like fire he meets the foe, And strikes him dead for thine and thee. So Lilia sang : we thought her halfpossess'd, She struck such warbling fury thro...