The Midland magazine and monthly review, ed. by J.J. Britton & J.N. Smith. [Continued as] The Midland-metropolitan magazine. Vol.1, no.1 - vol.2 [no.1. Vol.2, no.1 wants all before p.9]. |
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... face , broke forth in the following ejaculation , - " Horace Furbelle , you are young . " I was aware of the painful fact . " Nevertheless you have discretion , -therefore tell me , how does the world esteem me ? " " As a great linguist ...
... face , broke forth in the following ejaculation , - " Horace Furbelle , you are young . " I was aware of the painful fact . " Nevertheless you have discretion , -therefore tell me , how does the world esteem me ? " " As a great linguist ...
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... face ; Over the clustering roof - stacks , Piercing the brick - forest maze , Into the hearty green country , Darteth a work - clouded gaze . Far from the din of the hammers , Far from the hot air behind , Far , where the glad trees are ...
... face ; Over the clustering roof - stacks , Piercing the brick - forest maze , Into the hearty green country , Darteth a work - clouded gaze . Far from the din of the hammers , Far from the hot air behind , Far , where the glad trees are ...
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... face , he turns upon his heel and we follow him joyfully , step by step , over the graves of the sleeping centuries , pausing at each mound to listen , while he proceeds to instruct , to amuse , to sadden , and to warn us with ...
... face , he turns upon his heel and we follow him joyfully , step by step , over the graves of the sleeping centuries , pausing at each mound to listen , while he proceeds to instruct , to amuse , to sadden , and to warn us with ...
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... face , With its black shrivell'd heart , Shaking the leathern pouch , Riches I saw . Hiding in kennel - courts , Breathing the fœted air , Nursing the hunger - worm , On the rough straw , Hunted by tempting thoughts , Hunted by fever ...
... face , With its black shrivell'd heart , Shaking the leathern pouch , Riches I saw . Hiding in kennel - courts , Breathing the fœted air , Nursing the hunger - worm , On the rough straw , Hunted by tempting thoughts , Hunted by fever ...
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... face was even paler and more haggard than in the evening , and was noticed by all . The cosy meal in the old - fashioned wainscotted room , with the old - fashioned plate on the table , was interrupted by the en- trance of a female ...
... face was even paler and more haggard than in the evening , and was noticed by all . The cosy meal in the old - fashioned wainscotted room , with the old - fashioned plate on the table , was interrupted by the en- trance of a female ...
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Стр. 167 - He that can apprehend and consider vice with all her baits and seeming pleasures, and yet abstain, and yet distinguish, and yet prefer that which is truly better, he is the true warfaring Christian.
Стр. 76 - Love thyself last ; cherish those hearts that hate thee : Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's; then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Стр. 27 - Look on this spot — a nation's sepulchre ! Abode of gods, whose shrines no longer burn. Even gods must yield — religions take their turn : 'Twas Jove's — 'tis Mahomet's — and other creeds Will rise with other years, till man shall learn Vainly his incense soars, his victim bleeds; Poor child of Doubt and Death, whose hope is built on reeds.
Стр. 66 - You meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your light ; You common people of the skies ; What are you when the moon shall rise?
Стр. 76 - And, pr'ythee, lead me in : There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny ; 'tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to Heaven, is all I dare now call my own.
Стр. 66 - You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own ; What are you when the rose is blown ? So, when my mistress shall be seen In form and beauty of her mind, By virtue first, then choice, a Queen, Tell me, if she were not design'd Th...
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Стр. 181 - Keep not standing fixed and rooted, Briskly venture, briskly roam ; Head and hand, where'er thou foot it, And stout heart are still at home. " In what land the sun does visit, Brisk are we, whate'er betide : To give space for wandering is it That the world was made so wide.
Стр. 245 - Give me the liberty to know, to utter, and to argue freely according to conscience, above all liberties.