Macmillan's Magazine, Volum 2Macmillan and Company, 1860 |
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Pàgina 4
... eloquence admits Must be the talk of thinkers and of wits . " " Let Bright responsible for Eng- land be , And straight in Bright a Chatham we should see . " " All most brave In his mix d nature seem'd 4 Three Vices of Current Literature .
... eloquence admits Must be the talk of thinkers and of wits . " " Let Bright responsible for Eng- land be , And straight in Bright a Chatham we should see . " " All most brave In his mix d nature seem'd 4 Three Vices of Current Literature .
Pàgina 7
... land , and concentrate all future talent taking a grammatical direction on its gradual improvement ? Returning , however , to current literature , more ex- pressly so - called - to the works of his- tory , the treatises , the poems ...
... land , and concentrate all future talent taking a grammatical direction on its gradual improvement ? Returning , however , to current literature , more ex- pressly so - called - to the works of his- tory , the treatises , the poems ...
Pàgina 14
... land in spade cultivation , and the working of this land is the staple occupation of the boys . The land is a cold , heavy clay , and was terrible work for the boys at first , but it has given way to the general reformatory influences ...
... land in spade cultivation , and the working of this land is the staple occupation of the boys . The land is a cold , heavy clay , and was terrible work for the boys at first , but it has given way to the general reformatory influences ...
Pàgina 21
... Land's End to North Foreland , But where will you find such a steersman as Morland ? Just look at him peering , as sharp as a rat , From under his rum little shaggy black hat . Let all honest Cambridge men fervently pray That our pet ...
... Land's End to North Foreland , But where will you find such a steersman as Morland ? Just look at him peering , as sharp as a rat , From under his rum little shaggy black hat . Let all honest Cambridge men fervently pray That our pet ...
Pàgina 25
... land boatmen , of pudgy shapes , with foxy faces , were at their oars . Ickerson was seated , calmly waiting , beside a rustic female of carroty locks , with a suckling baby , whose unreserved relations he mildly regarded , in his own ...
... land boatmen , of pudgy shapes , with foxy faces , were at their oars . Ickerson was seated , calmly waiting , beside a rustic female of carroty locks , with a suckling baby , whose unreserved relations he mildly regarded , in his own ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 162 - 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.
Pàgina 49 - Praise the Lord from the earth, ye dragons and all deeps: Fire, and hail; snow, and vapours: stormy wind fulfilling his word: Mountains, and all hills; fruitful trees, and all cedars: Beasts, and all cattle; creeping things, and flying fowl...
Pàgina 49 - 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.
Pàgina 350 - 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.
Pàgina 483 - 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.
Pàgina 344 - The point of one white star is quivering still Deep in the orange light of widening morn Beyond the purple mountains : through a chasm Of wind-divided mist the darker lake Reflects it : now it wanes : it gleams again As the waves fade, and as the burning threads Of woven cloud unravel in pale air : Tis lost ! and through yon peaks of cloud-like snow The roseate sunlight quivers...
Pàgina 322 - 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!
Pàgina 8 - Man that is born of woman is of few days and full of trouble. He cometh forth like a flower and is cut down ; he fleeth also as a shadow and continueth not.
Pàgina 350 - 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!
Pàgina 192 - 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...