Macmillan's Magazine, Volumes 54-55Macmillan and Company, 1887 - English literature |
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... stood ; could mark the shape of the kitchen chimney- corner in which he had roasted apples and potatoes in his boyhood , cast his bullets , and burnt his initials on articles that did and did not belong to him . The apple trees still ...
... stood ; could mark the shape of the kitchen chimney- corner in which he had roasted apples and potatoes in his boyhood , cast his bullets , and burnt his initials on articles that did and did not belong to him . The apple trees still ...
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... stood for a few minutes looking at the window which , by its light , revealed the room where Grace was sitting ; and went away under the gloomy trees . Fitzpiers duly arrived at Hintock House , whose doors he now saw open for the first ...
... stood for a few minutes looking at the window which , by its light , revealed the room where Grace was sitting ; and went away under the gloomy trees . Fitzpiers duly arrived at Hintock House , whose doors he now saw open for the first ...
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... stood when I last saw you - I flung myself on the grass , and being not much more than a boy — my eyes were literally blinded with tears . Nameless , unknown to me as you were , I couldn't forget your voice . " " For how long ? " Oh ...
... stood when I last saw you - I flung myself on the grass , and being not much more than a boy — my eyes were literally blinded with tears . Nameless , unknown to me as you were , I couldn't forget your voice . " " For how long ? " Oh ...
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... stood opposite the large window for a moment , and looked out upon the lawn . It was not yet quite dark . Half - way up the steep green slope confronting her stood old Timothy Tangs , who was shortening his way homeward by clambering ...
... stood opposite the large window for a moment , and looked out upon the lawn . It was not yet quite dark . Half - way up the steep green slope confronting her stood old Timothy Tangs , who was shortening his way homeward by clambering ...
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... . His way was east , the evening sun which stood behind her back beaming full upon him as soon as he got out from the shade of the hill . Notwithstand- ing this untoward proceeding she was determined to be loyal The Woodlanders . 11.
... . His way was east , the evening sun which stood behind her back beaming full upon him as soon as he got out from the shade of the hill . Notwithstand- ing this untoward proceeding she was determined to be loyal The Woodlanders . 11.
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Page 209 - Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied. That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired; Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die, that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee; How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair.
Page 171 - O ! it is pleasant, with a heart at ease, Just after sunset, or by moonlight skies, To make the shifting clouds be what you please, Or let the easily persuaded eyes Own each quaint likeness issuing from the mould Of a friend's fancy; or with head bent low And cheek aslant see rivers flow of gold 'Twixt crimson banks ; and then, a traveller, go From mount to mount through CLOUDLAND, gorgeous land...
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Page 365 - The word unto the prophet spoken Was writ on tables yet unbroken ; The word by seers or sibyls told, In groves of oak, or fanes of gold, Still floats upon the morning wind, Still whispers to the willing mind.
Page 164 - O happy living things ! no tongue Their beauty might declare: A spring of love gushed from my heart, And I blessed them unaware: Sure my kind saint took pity on me, And I blessed them unaware.
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Page 209 - Go, LOVELY rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Page 408 - They had planted together, and together they had felled; together they had, with the run of the years, mentally collected those remoter signs and symbols which seen in few were of runic obscurity, but all together made an alphabet.