The Cornhill Magazine

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William Makepeace Thackeray
Smith, Elder., 1902
 

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Stran 632 - I, to comfort him, bid him a' should not think of God, I hoped there was no need to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet. So a' bade me lay more clothes on his feet: I put my hand into the bed and felt them, and they were as cold as any stone; then I felt to his knees, and so upward, and upward, and all was as cold as any stone.
Stran 470 - And he stayed yet other seven days; and again he sent forth the dove out of the ark; and the dove came in to him in the evening; and, lo, in her mouth was an olive leaf pluckt off: so Noah knew that the waters were abated from off the earth.
Stran 341 - Beauty is but a flower Which wrinkles will devour; Brightness falls from the air, Queens have died young and fair, Dust hath closed Helen's eye.
Stran 632 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no. 'Tis insensible, then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I'll none of • it. Honour is a mere scutcheon : and so ends my catechism.
Stran 252 - Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world dreaming on things to come, Can yet the lease of my true love control, Supposed as forfeit to a confined doom.
Stran 252 - ... withering, as thy sweet self grow'st. If Nature (sovereign mistress over wrack) As thou goest onwards still will pluck thee back, She keeps thee to this purpose, that her skill May time disgrace, and wretched minutes kill. Yet fear her O thou minion of her pleasure, She may detain, but not still keep her treasure! Her audit (though delayed) answered must be, And her quietus is to render thee.
Stran 243 - ALAS ! how do I every moment feel the truth of what I have somewhere read, " Ce n'est pas le voir, que de s'en souvenir ;" and yet that remembrance is the only satisfaction I have left. My life now is but a perpetual conversation with your shadow...
Stran 312 - Healthy country tradesmen and farmers, in London for their business, came and recreated themselves with the jolly singing and suppers of the Back Kitchen ; — squads of young apprentices and assistants, the shutters being closed over the scene of their labours, came hither, for fresh air doubtless ; — rakish young medical students, gallant, dashing, what is called
Stran 427 - THE BALLAD-SINGER SING, Ballad-singer, raise a hearty tune ; Make me forget that there was ever a one I walked with in the meek light of the moon When the day's work was done. Rhyme, Ballad-rhymer, start a country song ; Make me forget that she whom I loved well Swore she would love me dearly, love me long, Then — what I cannot tell ! Sing, Ballad-singer, from your little book ; Make me forget those heart-breaks, achings, fears ; Make me forget her name, her sweet sweet look — Make me forget...
Stran 116 - To Mr. DODSLEY. Come then, my friend! thy silvan taste display; Come hear thy Faunus tune his rustic lay : Ah ! rather come, and in these dells disown The care of other strains, and tune thine own.

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