MacMillan's Magazine, Том 2Sir George Grove, David Masson, John Morley, Mowbray Morris 1860 |
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... sure to have a considerable deal of truth in them ; and , though it may do the old fellow good to poke him up a bit , there is a point beyond which it may be dangerous to provoke him , and sophisms had better keep out of his way . In ...
... sure to have a considerable deal of truth in them ; and , though it may do the old fellow good to poke him up a bit , there is a point beyond which it may be dangerous to provoke him , and sophisms had better keep out of his way . In ...
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... sure that there have been many of the former ; and even in cases which have seemed to the Committee and the master of the school quite hopeless , a seed may have been sown which should spring up afterwards . This was , in fact ...
... sure that there have been many of the former ; and even in cases which have seemed to the Committee and the master of the school quite hopeless , a seed may have been sown which should spring up afterwards . This was , in fact ...
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... sure to this moment that the inestimable doctor likes me at bottom . Well knowing , therefore , that I could trust myself alone , even with Trellington Blythe , I at once cut the knot by pro- viding that my companion should forth- with ...
... sure to this moment that the inestimable doctor likes me at bottom . Well knowing , therefore , that I could trust myself alone , even with Trellington Blythe , I at once cut the knot by pro- viding that my companion should forth- with ...
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... sure of the traces of his great , huge - soled , heavy and soaking steps . Over the heathery brow , down to the sheltered hollow of a fresh rivulet ; for I thought his voice came up to me , sten- torian , through the blast . At all ...
... sure of the traces of his great , huge - soled , heavy and soaking steps . Over the heathery brow , down to the sheltered hollow of a fresh rivulet ; for I thought his voice came up to me , sten- torian , through the blast . At all ...
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... sure , things ' d go better if she had the guidin on ' em . " " I'm not going after it any more , mother . We can keep the bits o ' sticks here together without it while you be alive ; and if anything was to happen to you , I don't ...
... sure , things ' d go better if she had the guidin on ' em . " " I'm not going after it any more , mother . We can keep the bits o ' sticks here together without it while you be alive ; and if anything was to happen to you , I don't ...
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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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!
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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!
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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?
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...