MacMillan's Magazine, Volumen2Sir George Grove, David Masson, John Morley, Mowbray Morris 1860 |
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... never are and never can be trite . How man that is born of woman is of few days and full of trouble , how he comes from darkness and disappears in darkness again , how the good that he would he does not and the evil that he would 8 ...
... never are and never can be trite . How man that is born of woman is of few days and full of trouble , how he comes from darkness and disappears in darkness again , how the good that he would he does not and the evil that he would 8 ...
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... never been committed for stealing , but who is quite willing to steal if occasion offer , a young thief in posse , if not in esse , can make out some- thing of a case against reformatories , if they shut their doors upon him as not ...
... never been committed for stealing , but who is quite willing to steal if occasion offer , a young thief in posse , if not in esse , can make out some- thing of a case against reformatories , if they shut their doors upon him as not ...
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... never mounted up to twopence , while it has generally been much less : and the appearance of the school on the outskirts of the town , with its neat garden , and busy workshops , and gang of industrious lads , whose faces show clearly ...
... never mounted up to twopence , while it has generally been much less : and the appearance of the school on the outskirts of the town , with its neat garden , and busy workshops , and gang of industrious lads , whose faces show clearly ...
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... never haunted or terrified him . There was I always a fund of latent power in the fellow , which he never troubled himself to draw upon ; because , perhaps , he was six feet two without his shoes , with a bone , muscle , and length of ...
... never haunted or terrified him . There was I always a fund of latent power in the fellow , which he never troubled himself to draw upon ; because , perhaps , he was six feet two without his shoes , with a bone , muscle , and length of ...
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... Never had his vague political theories squared with my own practical views : had his Celtic leanings entangled him in some deep- laid plot , of which Moir and he were accomplices - I the silly victim , unless a proselyte Nay - his ...
... Never had his vague political theories squared with my own practical views : had his Celtic leanings entangled him in some deep- laid plot , of which Moir and he were accomplices - I the silly victim , unless a proselyte Nay - his ...
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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...