The Cornhill Magazine, Nide 20;Nide 67William Makepeace Thackeray Smith, Elder and Company, 1893 |
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Muita painoksia - Näytä kaikki
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Suositut otteet
Sivu 273 - Nature will either end thee quite; Or, lengthening out thy season of delight, Preserve for thee, by individual right, A young lamb's heart among the full-grown flocks. What hast thou to do with sorrow, Or the injuries of to-morrow...
Sivu 377 - twould a saint provoke," (Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke;) " No, let a charming chintz and Brussels lace Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face : One would not, sure, be frightful when one 's dead — And — Betty — give this cheek a little red.
Sivu 61 - King William is come home, come home, King William home is come ! Therefore let us together sing The hymn that's called Te D'um.
Sivu 267 - I cannot think of parting with you with that complacency, that satisfaction, that hopefulness which I could wish to feel ; there is too much of necessity in the case for my wishes. But I must submit, and do submit ; and God Almighty bless you, my dear child, and him who is the object of your long and long-tried preference and choice.
Sivu 415 - June, 1847; and the total loss by deaths in the expedition has been to this date 9 officers and 15 men. (Signed) James Fitzjames, Captain HMS Erebus. (Signed) FRM Crozier, Captain and Senior Officer. and start (on) to-morrow, 26th, for Back's Fish River.
Sivu 415 - W., after having ascended Wellington Channel to lat. 77°, and returned by the west side of Cornwallis Island. Sir John Franklin commanding the expedition. All well. Party consisting of 2 officers and 6 men left the ships on Monday 24th May, 1847.
Sivu 185 - MEMORY. When the dead in their cold graves are lying Asleep, to wake never again ! When past are their smiles and their sighing, Oh, why should their memories remain ? Though sunshine and spring may have lightened The wild flowers that blow on their graves, Though summer their tombstones have brightened, And autumn have palled them with leaves. And winter have wildly bewailed them With his...
Sivu 58 - True love is like that precious oil, Which poured on Aaron's head, Ran down his beard, and o'er his robes Its costly moisture shed.
Sivu 262 - Luff, after calling at the house high up Loughrigg side where dwells the good woman who lost her two children in the flood last winter. The wind was high when I knocked at her door, and I heard a voice from within that I knew not what to make of, though it sounded something like the lullaby of a Mother to her Baby. After entering I found it came from a little sister of those drowned Children, that was singing to a bundle of clouts, rudely put together to look like a Doll, which she held in her arms.
Sivu 378 - Rowe's harmonious strain, something in the manner of the improvisatores ; it was so extremely wanting in contrast, that, though it did not wound the ear, it wearied it ; when she had once recited two or three speeches, I could anticipate the manner of every succeeding one; it was like a long, old, legendary ballad of innumerable stanzas, every one of which is sung to the same tune, eternally chiming in the ear without variation or relief.