MacMillan's Magazine, Volumen2Sir George Grove, David Masson, John Morley, Mowbray Morris 1860 |
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... leaves , and meaner habits with them , and that then many a mind to which at present the sole competent use of pen or of voice seems to be in a splenetic service of small sarcasm , shall receive a noble rouse for the service of the ...
... leaves , and meaner habits with them , and that then many a mind to which at present the sole competent use of pen or of voice seems to be in a splenetic service of small sarcasm , shall receive a noble rouse for the service of the ...
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... leave off this or that bad habit , he was able to tell them , from his own experience , that he knew it could be done . He now became a Sunday - school teacher . This was too much for his old companions ; they ridiculed him in the ...
... leave off this or that bad habit , he was able to tell them , from his own experience , that he knew it could be done . He now became a Sunday - school teacher . This was too much for his old companions ; they ridiculed him in the ...
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... leave him some- what abruptly , perhaps , at the Trosachs yesterday forenoon ; without making him aware , either , of the intention , which , by the way , my dear Brown , ' remarked Ickerson gravely , " I did not know till you stated it ...
... leave him some- what abruptly , perhaps , at the Trosachs yesterday forenoon ; without making him aware , either , of the intention , which , by the way , my dear Brown , ' remarked Ickerson gravely , " I did not know till you stated it ...
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... leaving him to meet his friend , to dash in for my indispensables , settle with the waiter , and once more escape , breathless , to the ferry - place . There the stout - built High- land boatmen , of pudgy shapes , with foxy faces ...
... leaving him to meet his friend , to dash in for my indispensables , settle with the waiter , and once more escape , breathless , to the ferry - place . There the stout - built High- land boatmen , of pudgy shapes , with foxy faces ...
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... leave him a little , to try the upward course of the brook . To him , forsooth , it may be the easiest thing to put away inveterate thoughts at will : they never haunted or terrified him . There was I always a fund of latent power in ...
... leave him a little , to try the upward course of the brook . To him , forsooth , it may be the easiest thing to put away inveterate thoughts at will : they never haunted or terrified him . There was I always a fund of latent power in ...
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MacMillan's Magazine, Volumen57 Sir George Grove,David Masson,John Morley,Mowbray Morris Vista completa - 1888 |
MacMillan's Magazine, Volumen20 Sir George Grove,David Masson,John Morley,Mowbray Morris Vista completa - 1869 |
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Página 158 - 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 47 - 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 342 - 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 342 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!
Página 47 - Yea, the stork in the heaven knoweth her appointed times; and the turtle and the crane and the swallow observe the time of their coming; but my people know not the judgment of the Lord.
Página 314 - 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 475 - 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 342 - 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 ! O, Wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
Página 337 - The One remains, the many change and pass; Heaven's light forever shines, Earth's shadows fly; Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, Stains the white radiance of Eternity, Until Death tramples it to fragments.
Página 188 - 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...