Tinsley's Magazine, Том 23Tinsley Brothers, 1878 |
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... hope that he might prove more genuine and interesting than the rest . ( Mrs. Champion has told her what an impression she had produced upon him , and even hinted that she might become his bride . ) But to - day she has once more met him ...
... hope that he might prove more genuine and interesting than the rest . ( Mrs. Champion has told her what an impression she had produced upon him , and even hinted that she might become his bride . ) But to - day she has once more met him ...
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... hope you will forgive my boldness in advising you to drop your incognito at once , and tell the world your true name . ' His words , kindly meant as she feels them to be , have inflicted a deep wound in her heart ; she turns deadly pale ...
... hope you will forgive my boldness in advising you to drop your incognito at once , and tell the world your true name . ' His words , kindly meant as she feels them to be , have inflicted a deep wound in her heart ; she turns deadly pale ...
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... hope , Else to - night I buy a rope ! ' Now but one is left to say , ' Be a poor man's treasure , May . ' Soft in his her wee hand lies ; Laughter brims her roguish eyes ; While her accents lightly run , ' Wear the love your faith has ...
... hope , Else to - night I buy a rope ! ' Now but one is left to say , ' Be a poor man's treasure , May . ' Soft in his her wee hand lies ; Laughter brims her roguish eyes ; While her accents lightly run , ' Wear the love your faith has ...
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... hope this particular widow will please you in every way . ' He bowed and smiled , and walked leisurely away in an oppo- site direction ; and Blanche , her pulse beating a little faster from that smile of Cyril Wynn's , ran down the ...
... hope this particular widow will please you in every way . ' He bowed and smiled , and walked leisurely away in an oppo- site direction ; and Blanche , her pulse beating a little faster from that smile of Cyril Wynn's , ran down the ...
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... hope not , ' Edith said , touched by the tragic situation of things ; then her voice grew quiet again as she went on , ' I suppose you mean that she may marry Mr. Wynn ? ' Yes . Blanche seems infatuated with him ; while he is only a ...
... hope not , ' Edith said , touched by the tragic situation of things ; then her voice grew quiet again as she went on , ' I suppose you mean that she may marry Mr. Wynn ? ' Yes . Blanche seems infatuated with him ; while he is only a ...
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Стр. 261 - Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Стр. 410 - Most wretched men Are cradled into poetry by wrong, They learn in suffering what they teach in song.
Стр. 263 - neath a curtain of translucent dew, Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, Hesperus with the host of heaven came. And, lo ! creation widened in man's view.
Стр. 263 - That, wisely doating, ask'd not why it doated, And ours the unknown joy, which knowing kills. But now I find, how dear thou wert to me ; That man is more than half of nature's treasure, Of that fair Beauty which no eye can see, Of that sweet music which no ear can measure ; And now the streams may sing for others...
Стр. 265 - Will murmur by the hour in foxglove bells; In truth the prison unto which we doom Ourselves no prison is : and hence for me, In sundry moods, 'twas pastime to be bound Within the Sonnet's scanty plot of ground ; Pleased if some souls (for such there needs must be) Who have felt the weight of too much liberty, Should find brief solace there, as I have found.
Стр. 264 - Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart: Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
Стр. 17 - ... by its opposition. Those who thrus.t temporal sovereignty upon her treat her as their prototypes treated her author. They bow the knee, and spit upon her ; they cry
Стр. 16 - ... accommodates itself to the capacity of every human intellect, in the consolation which it bears to the house of mourning, in the light with which it brightens the great mystery of the grave. To such a system it can bring no addition of dignity or of strength, that it is part and parcel of the common law.
Стр. 16 - The real security of Christianity is to be found in its benevolent morality, in its exquisite adaptation to the human heart, in the facility with which its scheme accommodates itself to the capacity of every human intellect, in the consolation which it bears to the house of mourning, in the light with which it brightens the great mystery of the grave.
Стр. 264 - For show; mean handy-work of craftsman, cook, Or groom! — We must run glittering like a brook In the open sunshine, or we are unblest: The wealthiest man among us is the best: No grandeur now in nature or in book Delights us. Rapine, avarice, expense, This is idolatry; and these we adore: Plain living and high thinking are no more: The homely beauty of the good old cause Is gone; our peace, our fearful innocence, And pure religion breathing household laws.