MacMillan's Magazine, Volumen2Sir George Grove, David Masson, John Morley, Mowbray Morris 1860 |
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... Hardy entertained by St. Ambrose . IX . THE ELDER'S DAUGHTER . X. - THE ROYAL ACADEMY . XL - SIR CHARLES TREVELYAN AND MR . WILSON . By J. M. LUDLOW . MACMILLAN AND CO . reog Cambridge : AND 28 , HENRIETTA STREET , COVENT GARDEN ...
... Hardy entertained by St. Ambrose . IX . THE ELDER'S DAUGHTER . X. - THE ROYAL ACADEMY . XL - SIR CHARLES TREVELYAN AND MR . WILSON . By J. M. LUDLOW . MACMILLAN AND CO . reog Cambridge : AND 28 , HENRIETTA STREET , COVENT GARDEN ...
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... hardy of the townspeople , or by a stray visitor , attracted out by the wild scene that the storm presented . In the intervals be- tween the snow squalls , they could faintly discern a vessel or two in the distance running before the ...
... hardy of the townspeople , or by a stray visitor , attracted out by the wild scene that the storm presented . In the intervals be- tween the snow squalls , they could faintly discern a vessel or two in the distance running before the ...
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... hardy English boatmen did not take long to recover their exposure and fatigues , fearful as they had been . The captain of the Spaniard , in speaking of the rescue , was almost overcome by his feelings of gratitude and wonder . He had ...
... hardy English boatmen did not take long to recover their exposure and fatigues , fearful as they had been . The captain of the Spaniard , in speaking of the rescue , was almost overcome by his feelings of gratitude and wonder . He had ...
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... Hardy's rooms ; sometimes he would find something to say to his scout or bedmaker which took him into the back regions outside Hardy's window , glancing at it sideways as he stood giving his orders . There it was , wide open , gene ...
... Hardy's rooms ; sometimes he would find something to say to his scout or bedmaker which took him into the back regions outside Hardy's window , glancing at it sideways as he stood giving his orders . There it was , wide open , gene ...
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... Hardy's rooms , and there paused . Was he there by chance , or was he guided there ? Yes , this was the right way for him , he had no doubt now as to that ; down the dark passage , and into the Tom Brown at Oxford . 141.
... Hardy's rooms , and there paused . Was he there by chance , or was he guided there ? Yes , this was the right way for him , he had no doubt now as to that ; down the dark passage , and into the Tom Brown at Oxford . 141.
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MacMillan's Magazine, Volumen57 Sir George Grove,David Masson,John Morley,Mowbray Morris Vista completa - 1888 |
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Pasajes populares
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 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?
Página 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.
Página 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...