Macmillan's Magazine, Volumes 54-55Macmillan and Company, 1887 - English literature |
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... voice which she vainly endeavoured to maintain at its former pitch of composure , and eying him with daring bashfulness . " We met , do you say ? " she She nodded . " I saw you recently at an hotel in London , when you were passing ...
... voice which she vainly endeavoured to maintain at its former pitch of composure , and eying him with daring bashfulness . " We met , do you say ? " she She nodded . " I saw you recently at an hotel in London , when you were passing ...
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... voice came from behind the curtains . " Edgar , is she very seriously hurt ? " Fitzpiers had so entirely lost sight of Mrs. Charmond as a patient that he was not on the instant ready with a reply . 66 ' Oh , no , " he said . " There are ...
... voice came from behind the curtains . " Edgar , is she very seriously hurt ? " Fitzpiers had so entirely lost sight of Mrs. Charmond as a patient that he was not on the instant ready with a reply . 66 ' Oh , no , " he said . " There are ...
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... voice sank almost to a whisper as she added , with an incipient pout upon her full lips , " Let me think at least that if you had really loved me at all seriously , you would have loved me for ever and ever ! " " You are right - think ...
... voice sank almost to a whisper as she added , with an incipient pout upon her full lips , " Let me think at least that if you had really loved me at all seriously , you would have loved me for ever and ever ! " " You are right - think ...
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... voice at that moment she would have found it murmuring , " Towards the lode - star of my one desire I flitted , even as a dizzy moth in the owlet light . " But he was a silent spectacle to her Soon he rose out of the valley , now . and ...
... voice at that moment she would have found it murmuring , " Towards the lode - star of my one desire I flitted , even as a dizzy moth in the owlet light . " But he was a silent spectacle to her Soon he rose out of the valley , now . and ...
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... voice . And turning away quickly she went on . As her husband's character thus shaped itself under the touch of time , Grace was almost startled to find how little she suffered from that jealous excitement which is conventionally ...
... voice . And turning away quickly she went on . As her husband's character thus shaped itself under the touch of time , Grace was almost startled to find how little she suffered from that jealous excitement which is conventionally ...
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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.
Page 34 - He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.
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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.