The King's College Magazine, Volumen2Houlston and Hughes, 1842 |
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... tell us that it is , for it hath a beginning , a middle , and an end . These elements most humbly do we submit to the close attention of the student of the human mind . At the beginning was a Prologue , written in the harmony of a ...
... tell us that it is , for it hath a beginning , a middle , and an end . These elements most humbly do we submit to the close attention of the student of the human mind . At the beginning was a Prologue , written in the harmony of a ...
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... tell her I was there , lest she should send me away . O Master Edward , thou wilt save her ! " Edward pressed the honest Cicely's hand . " I will end this trouble , " said he e ; " fear not - remain here while I go to set the imprisoned ...
... tell her I was there , lest she should send me away . O Master Edward , thou wilt save her ! " Edward pressed the honest Cicely's hand . " I will end this trouble , " said he e ; " fear not - remain here while I go to set the imprisoned ...
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... tell her of affection pure as mine then was ! Oh , but for one such hour , - that it may be our last ! Alas ! alas ! why did we not perish then , ere all the years of sin and misery commenced ? " " This is folly ! " said Andrew ...
... tell her of affection pure as mine then was ! Oh , but for one such hour , - that it may be our last ! Alas ! alas ! why did we not perish then , ere all the years of sin and misery commenced ? " " This is folly ! " said Andrew ...
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... tell where they keep the Arab mares and foals ; the bleat of sheep , the bark of dogs heard in the distance , tell that , beyond where we can see , still life exists . Hear ye that noise so shrill and trumpet - like ? -it comes from ...
... tell where they keep the Arab mares and foals ; the bleat of sheep , the bark of dogs heard in the distance , tell that , beyond where we can see , still life exists . Hear ye that noise so shrill and trumpet - like ? -it comes from ...
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... tell perhaps the saddest tale a work of genius ever could unfold . Friedrich von Hardenberg , the Kirke White of Germany , was born of wealthy and pious parents , one of a large family of children distinguished for intellectual ...
... tell perhaps the saddest tale a work of genius ever could unfold . Friedrich von Hardenberg , the Kirke White of Germany , was born of wealthy and pious parents , one of a large family of children distinguished for intellectual ...
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Página 194 - I loved Ophelia: forty thousand brothers Could not with all their quantity of love, Make up my sum.
Página 481 - Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha! here's three on's are sophisticated! Thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.
Página 255 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields or waves or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain?
Página 303 - Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! let the earth hide thee ! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with.
Página 305 - If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended: That you have but slumbered here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: If you pardon, we will mend.
Página 193 - Remember thee! Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there...
Página 232 - tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all.
Página 302 - And thou opposed, being of no woman born, Yet I will try the last. Before my body I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff, And damn'd be him that first cries 'Hold, enough!
Página 429 - Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Página 301 - The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast ; — Lady M. What do you mean ? Macb. Still it cried, Sleep no more ! to all the house : Glamis hath murdered sleep; and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more ; Macbeth shall sleep no more .