Macmillan's Magazine, Količina 38Macmillan and Company, 1878 |
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Stran 1
... head was bending very low , as though he wished to keep his face concealed from his tall companion . The next time Sebastian came past alone , looking deeply thoughtful and troubled . Traitor , every inch of him ! " said Dowdeswell ...
... head was bending very low , as though he wished to keep his face concealed from his tall companion . The next time Sebastian came past alone , looking deeply thoughtful and troubled . Traitor , every inch of him ! " said Dowdeswell ...
Stran 4
... head , sat writing page after page of expla- nation , which he destroyed almost as soon as written . Yet at post - time he did go out with a thick letter , which found its way into the letter - box of the Petherton post - office and ...
... head , sat writing page after page of expla- nation , which he destroyed almost as soon as written . Yet at post - time he did go out with a thick letter , which found its way into the letter - box of the Petherton post - office and ...
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... head on his hands Amos hardly felt alone on the beach now . The comical infantine little figure with its manly garb , closely cropped flaxen head , and angelic face , seemed surely somewhere near , poring hopelessly over the well- worn ...
... head on his hands Amos hardly felt alone on the beach now . The comical infantine little figure with its manly garb , closely cropped flaxen head , and angelic face , seemed surely somewhere near , poring hopelessly over the well- worn ...
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... head . The next day was a wet Saturday , but Amos could only endure himself out at work about his little farm . The house , with his wife's stony face in it , and Sebastian's rich , mellow voice practising a new chant he had just ...
... head . The next day was a wet Saturday , but Amos could only endure himself out at work about his little farm . The house , with his wife's stony face in it , and Sebastian's rich , mellow voice practising a new chant he had just ...
Stran 15
... head of the bed . Gradually as he stared at it , the thing in flannel grew familiar to Amos , and his eyes began to fill with awe and dislike . It was the pre- bendary's gouty foot - there was no doubt of it . There it was , on the rush ...
... head of the bed . Gradually as he stared at it , the thing in flannel grew familiar to Amos , and his eyes began to fill with awe and dislike . It was the pre- bendary's gouty foot - there was no doubt of it . There it was , on the rush ...
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Macmillan's Magazine, Količina 58 David Masson,George Grove,John Morley,Mowbray Morris Celotni ogled - 1888 |
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Stran 206 - Thou shalt not make to thyself any graven image, nor the likeness of anything that is in heaven above, or in the earth beneath, or in the water under the earth. Thou shalt not bow down to them, nor worship them...
Stran 372 - THE YELLOW VIOLET When beechen buds begin to swell, And woods the blue-bird's warble know, The yellow violet's modest bell Peeps from the last year's leaves below. Ere russet fields their green resume, Sweet flower, I love, in forest bare, To meet thee, when thy faint perfume Alone is in the virgin air. Of all her train, the hands of Spring First plant thee in the watery mould, 10 And I have seen thee blossoming Beside the snow-bank's edges cold.
Stran 374 - Thou unrelenting Past! Strong are the barriers round thy dark domain, And fetters, sure and fast, Hold all that enter thy unbreathing reign. Far in thy realm withdrawn Old empires sit in sullenness and gloom, And glorious ages gone Lie deep within the shadow of thy womb. Childhood, with all its mirth, Youth, Manhood, Age that draws us to the ground, And last, Man's Life on earth, Glide to thy dim dominions, and are bound.
Stran 253 - Sure something holy lodges in that breast, And with these raptures moves the vocal air To testify his hidden residence. How sweetly did they float upon the wings Of Silence, through the empty-vaulted night, At every fall smoothing the raven down Of Darkness till it smiled.
Stran 109 - In this poem there is no nature, for there is no truth; there is no art, for there is nothing new. Its form is that of a pastoral, easy, vulgar, and therefore disgusting: whatever images it can supply, are long ago exhausted; and its inherent improbability always forces dissatisfaction on the mind.
Stran 252 - For the poet is a light and winged and holy thing, and there is no invention in him until he has been inspired and is out of his senses, and the mind is no longer in him: when he has not attained to this state, he is powerless and is unable to utter his oracles.
Stran 34 - I sought for merit wherever it was to be found. It is my boast, that I was the first minister who looked for it, and found it, in the mountains of the North. I called it forth, and drew into your service a hardy and intrepid race of men — men, who, when left by your jealousy, became a prey to the artifices of your enemies, and had gone nigh to have overturned the state in the war before the last.
Stran 218 - She never found fault with you, never implied Your wrong by her right; and yet men at her side Grew nobler, girls purer, as through the whole town The children were gladder that pulled at her gown — My Kate.
Stran 109 - It is not to be considered as the effusion of real passion ; for passion runs not after remote allusions and obscure opinions. Passion plucks no berries from the myrtle and ivy, nor calls upon Arethuse and Mincius, nor tells of rough satyrs and fauns with cloven heel.
Stran 447 - When her mother tends her before the laughing mirror, Tying up her laces, looping up her hair, Often she thinks, were this wild thing wedded, More love should I have, and much less care. When her mother tends her before the lighted mirror, Loosening her laces, combing down her curls, Often she thinks, were this wild thing wedded, I should miss but one for many boys and girls.