Fraser's Magazine for Town and Country, Volumen 80James Fraser, 1869 |
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... lives by any use- ful work should be habituated to regard himself , not as an individual working for his private benefit , but as a public functionary ; ' and he declares emphatically that until labourers and employers perform the work ...
... lives by any use- ful work should be habituated to regard himself , not as an individual working for his private benefit , but as a public functionary ; ' and he declares emphatically that until labourers and employers perform the work ...
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... live on the memory of music now . The limits between pain and pleasure are slight at any time , but music always pains me now ; but I love the memory of music past , except , indeed , in solitude . Can you tell me who any of the party ...
... live on the memory of music now . The limits between pain and pleasure are slight at any time , but music always pains me now ; but I love the memory of music past , except , indeed , in solitude . Can you tell me who any of the party ...
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... live , forget . He was care- There had been a captain in one of the native regiments , an old ac- quaintance of mine , of the name of Donnelly , Jerry Donnelly , as he was called by every one . ful to explain to all his friends that his ...
... live , forget . He was care- There had been a captain in one of the native regiments , an old ac- quaintance of mine , of the name of Donnelly , Jerry Donnelly , as he was called by every one . ful to explain to all his friends that his ...
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... live in , then . Father John . There would be no such thing as gratitude , I say , for all such minor feelings , duties , and affections would be absorbed in Christian love . King Henry . By the splendour of God ( as my great ...
... live in , then . Father John . There would be no such thing as gratitude , I say , for all such minor feelings , duties , and affections would be absorbed in Christian love . King Henry . By the splendour of God ( as my great ...
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... live without love ! I cannot ; and I am loved . There is Adelais , dear Adelais ; there is Geoffrey , not the one that rebelled against me , but my Geoffrey , my own Geoffrey . Natural sons they call them , and properly ; for what , in ...
... live without love ! I cannot ; and I am loved . There is Adelais , dear Adelais ; there is Geoffrey , not the one that rebelled against me , but my Geoffrey , my own Geoffrey . Natural sons they call them , and properly ; for what , in ...
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Página 614 - THE sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits; — on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Página 613 - one and all,' and hand in hand, And who shall bid us nay ? " And when we come to London Wall, A pleasant sight to view, Come forth ! come forth, ye cowards all, Here's men as good as you ! " Trelawny he's in keep and hold, Trelawny he may die ; But here's twenty thousand Cornish bold, Will know the reason why !
Página 615 - Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night.
Página 582 - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. [Exit POINS. P. Hen. I know you all, and will a while uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness : Yet herein will I imitate the sun ; Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world...
Página 612 - A GOOD sword and a trusty hand ! A merry heart and true ! King James's men shall understand What Cornish lads can do. And have they fixed the where and when? And shall Trelawny die? Here's twenty thousand Cornish men Will know the reason why...
Página 623 - So, let him wait God's instant men call years ; Meantime hold hard by truth and his great soul, Do out the duty ! Through such souls alone God stooping shows sufficient of His light For us i
Página 618 - Yet human at the red-ripe of the heart — "When the first summons from the darkling earth Reached thee amid thy chambers, blanched their blue, And bared them of the glory — to drop down, To toil for man, to suffer or to die...
Página 193 - Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood; That nothing walks with aimless feet ; That not one life shall be...
Página 614 - Yes, we arraign her ! but she, The weary Titan ! with deaf Ears, and labour-dimm'd eyes, Regarding neither to right Nor left, goes passively by, Staggering on to her goal ; Bearing on shoulders immense, Atlantean, the load, Well-nigh not to be borne, Of the too vast orb of her fate.
Página 624 - For the main criminal I have no hope Except in such a suddenness of fate. I stood at Naples once, a night so dark I could have scarce conjectured there was earth Anywhere, sky or sea or world at all : But the night's black was burst through by a blaze — Thunder struck blow on blow, earth groaned and bore, Through her whole length of mountain visible : There lay the city thick and plain with spires, And, like a ghost disshrouded, white the sea. So may the truth be flashed out by one blow, And Guido...