The Dublin University Magazine, Том 38William Curry, Jun., and Company, 1851 |
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... entering the office unexpect- edly , would catch him writing verses , and would lecture him on the subject . Once the offence was still more serious . An anonymous abusive letter had been sent to Mr. Warner , the head - master of ...
... entering the office unexpect- edly , would catch him writing verses , and would lecture him on the subject . Once the offence was still more serious . An anonymous abusive letter had been sent to Mr. Warner , the head - master of ...
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... entered with all the zeal of a reader and intelligent in- quirer into the service of his hereditary feeling . It would not be long , for ex- ample , before passing from the edifice to its history , as recorded in the annals of Bristol ...
... entered with all the zeal of a reader and intelligent in- quirer into the service of his hereditary feeling . It would not be long , for ex- ample , before passing from the edifice to its history , as recorded in the annals of Bristol ...
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... entered their pew with an easy air of import- ance . The next family that appeared in the vestibule amused Arnold parti- cularly . It consisted of Mr. Attorney Phipps , his wife , and a little daughter of some six years ' standing , and ...
... entered their pew with an easy air of import- ance . The next family that appeared in the vestibule amused Arnold parti- cularly . It consisted of Mr. Attorney Phipps , his wife , and a little daughter of some six years ' standing , and ...
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... then , turn- ing to a damsel who had entered for groceries , " How are your young ladies , to - day , Charlotte ? What makes them stay so much at home ? Everybody complains 52 [ July , Five Months in an Ancient Irish City .
... then , turn- ing to a damsel who had entered for groceries , " How are your young ladies , to - day , Charlotte ? What makes them stay so much at home ? Everybody complains 52 [ July , Five Months in an Ancient Irish City .
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... entered the interior of the ruin , he felt much delight in pointing out to her different styles of architecture , which could still be detected in it , and in accompanying her up the long winding stairs that appeared to have led for ...
... entered the interior of the ruin , he felt much delight in pointing out to her different styles of architecture , which could still be detected in it , and in accompanying her up the long winding stairs that appeared to have led for ...
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Стр. 19 - PANSIES, lilies, kingcups, daisies, Let them live upon their praises ; Long as there's a sun that sets, Primroses will have their glory ; Long as there are violets, They will have a place in story : There's a flower that shall be mine, 'Tis the little Celandine.
Стр. 275 - I shall say the less of Mr Collier, because in many things he has taxed me justly; and I have pleaded guilty to all thoughts and expressions of mine which can be truly argued of obscenity, profaneness, or immorality, and retract them. If he be my enemy, let him triumph; if he be my friend, as I have given him no personal occasion to be otherwise, he will be glad of my repentance.
Стр. 348 - No; were I at the strappado, or all the racks in the world, I would not tell you on compulsion. Give you a reason on compulsion ! if reasons were as plenty as blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compulsion, I. P.
Стр. 10 - I also could speak as ye do: if your soul were in my soul's stead, I could heap up words against you, and shake mine head at you.
Стр. 406 - The thing that hath been is that which shall be ; and that which is done is that which shall be done ; and there is no new thing under the sun.
Стр. 92 - ... as sweet ; A Creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food ; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine ; A Being breathing thoughtful breath, A Traveller between life and death ; The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill; A perfect Woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command ; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of...
Стр. 606 - Foul outrage which thou knowest not, which thou shalt never know. Then clasp me round the neck once more, and give me one more kiss; And now mine own dear little girl, there is no way but this." With that he lifted high the steel, and smote her in the side, And in her blood she sank to earth, and with one sob she died.
Стр. 249 - Whose midnight revels, by a forest side, Or fountain, some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress, and nearer to the earth Wheels her pale course ; they, on their mirth and dance Intent, with jocund music charm his ear ; At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds.
Стр. 83 - Of yellow ragwort; or when rock and hill, The woods, and distant Skiddaw's lofty height, Were bronzed with deepest radiance, stood alone Beneath the sky, as if I had been born On Indian plains, and from my mother's hut Had run abroad in wantonness, to sport, A naked savage, in the thunder shower.
Стр. 578 - Thou hast made my days as it were a span long, and mine age is even as nothing in respect of Thee ; and verily every man living is altogether vanity. For man walketh in a vain shadow, and disquieteth himself in vain ; he heapeth up riches, and cannot tell who shall gather them. And now, Lord, what is my hope : truly my hope is even in Thee.