Bentley's Miscellany, Volume 43Richard Bentley, 1858 - Literature |
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... thought sufficient for the man whose prowess has saved an empire ! And the Globe tells us that government have neither been slow to recognise the merits of the gallant soldier , nor wanting in generosity to requite them ! Speak- ing in ...
... thought sufficient for the man whose prowess has saved an empire ! And the Globe tells us that government have neither been slow to recognise the merits of the gallant soldier , nor wanting in generosity to requite them ! Speak- ing in ...
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... thought there was a chance of making the stranger lay out on " a shplendid di'mond pin " the three pounds five , which was the conscientious equivalent for a hundred francs ; but when the Israelite merchant found that Pascal Perrotin ...
... thought there was a chance of making the stranger lay out on " a shplendid di'mond pin " the three pounds five , which was the conscientious equivalent for a hundred francs ; but when the Israelite merchant found that Pascal Perrotin ...
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... thought . According to her belief , her lover had in him all " those noble qualities that merit love ; " - of the nobility of birth she made no account . Who he was she never asked ; what he was alone she cared for . VOL . XLIII . Only ...
... thought . According to her belief , her lover had in him all " those noble qualities that merit love ; " - of the nobility of birth she made no account . Who he was she never asked ; what he was alone she cared for . VOL . XLIII . Only ...
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... thought the purport of that little word had haunted him ever since he read it : and yet he had been no lover if his heart had not guessed its meaning . " Your mother , " he said , " has spoken to you of some one else ? " " You are right ...
... thought the purport of that little word had haunted him ever since he read it : and yet he had been no lover if his heart had not guessed its meaning . " Your mother , " he said , " has spoken to you of some one else ? " " You are right ...
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... thought ( my feelings assert my individuality , and I drop the editorial " we " ) that never , in any face before , had I seen so strongly blended rage , despair , and sorrow . No resignation was there , even though once tears started ...
... thought ( my feelings assert my individuality , and I drop the editorial " we " ) that never , in any face before , had I seen so strongly blended rage , despair , and sorrow . No resignation was there , even though once tears started ...
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Page 610 - A rest for weary pilgrims found, " They softly lie, and sweetly sleep
Page 79 - And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad Made to his mistress
Page 523 - WE watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied — We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed — she had Another morn than ours.
Page 524 - For me, my heart that erst did go Most like a tired child at a show, That sees through tears the mummers leap, Would now its wearied vision close, Would childlike on His love repose Who giveth His beloved sleep. And friends, dear friends, when it shall be That this low breath is gone from me, And round my bier ye come to weep, Let one most loving of you all, Say, " Not a tear must o'er her fall ! He giveth His beloved sleep.
Page 295 - The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave ; The deep damp vault, the darkness, and the worm; These are the bugbears of a winter's eve, T 3 The terrors of the living, not the dead.
Page 402 - Tis life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh life, not death, for which we pant; More life, and fuller, that I want.
Page 521 - Thy best of rest is sleep, And that thou oft provok'st, yet grossly fear'st Thy death — which is no more. Thou art not thyself; For thou exist'st on many a thousand grains That issue out of dust. Happy thou art not ; For what thou hast not, still thou striv'st to get, And what thou hast, forget'st. Thou art not certain ; For thy complexion shifts to strange effects, After the moon.
Page 294 - There is no terror, brother Toby, in its looks, but what it borrows from groans and convulsions — and the blowing of noses and the wiping away of tears with the bottoms of curtains, in a dying man's room.
Page 225 - He was not a man of many words, and rarely begun the discourse, or made the first entrance upon any business that was assumed; but a very weighty speaker, and after he had heard a full debate, and observed how the house was like to be inclined, took up the argument, and shortly, and clearly, and craftily, so stated it, that he commonly conducted it to the conclusion he desired...
Page 611 - Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing Can touch him further.