The Illustrated Magazine, Tomy 23-24Ward and Lock, 1867 |
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... poor girls are exposed , and the terrible amount of hard work they have to go through to scrape together a few pence . I know for certain that a good many of these girls maintain poor families at home , and are as honest and pure as the ...
... poor girls are exposed , and the terrible amount of hard work they have to go through to scrape together a few pence . I know for certain that a good many of these girls maintain poor families at home , and are as honest and pure as the ...
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... poor soul , he was very like that Barzillai , the Gileadite , and he might have well echoed the veteran's mournful plaint : " I am this day fourscore years old , and can I discern between good and evil ? can thy servant taste what I eat ...
... poor soul , he was very like that Barzillai , the Gileadite , and he might have well echoed the veteran's mournful plaint : " I am this day fourscore years old , and can I discern between good and evil ? can thy servant taste what I eat ...
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... Poor creater ! " said a motherly - looking woman , " she must ' ave ' ad a sight of trouble to look like that . Did you notice , Mrs. ' Arris , how her poor face was all lined , like ? I don't believe as it was all hacting , myself . I ...
... Poor creater ! " said a motherly - looking woman , " she must ' ave ' ad a sight of trouble to look like that . Did you notice , Mrs. ' Arris , how her poor face was all lined , like ? I don't believe as it was all hacting , myself . I ...
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... poor weary Atlas , a sphere upon its back . Thus the coy creatures play cup and ball , and one has lost its plaything yonder , as the branch slightly stirs , and the whole vanishes in a whirl of snow . Meanwhile a fragment of low arbor ...
... poor weary Atlas , a sphere upon its back . Thus the coy creatures play cup and ball , and one has lost its plaything yonder , as the branch slightly stirs , and the whole vanishes in a whirl of snow . Meanwhile a fragment of low arbor ...
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... Poor fool ! weak and unstable ! I always thought his boasted strength and talent needed pampering to bring them to perfection . Well , he will be no great loss either to the profession or society . " Was this true ? Was this the end of ...
... Poor fool ! weak and unstable ! I always thought his boasted strength and talent needed pampering to bring them to perfection . Well , he will be no great loss either to the profession or society . " Was this true ? Was this the end of ...
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Strona 316 - How often have I paused on every charm, The sheltered cot , the cultivated farm , The never-failing brook, the busy mill, The decent church that topt the neighbouring hill, The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade, For talking age and whispering lovers made!
Strona 24 - Marlowe, bathed in the Thespian springs, Had in him those brave translunary things That the first poets had; his raptures were All air and fire, which made his verses clear, For that fine madness still he did retain Which rightly should possess a poet's brain.
Strona 120 - A cry that shiver'd to the tingling stars, And, as it were one voice, an agony Of lamentation, like a wind, that shrills All night in a waste land, where no one comes, Or hath come, since the making of the world. Then murmur'd Arthur, 'Place me in the barge,
Strona 44 - New mercies each returning day Hover around us while we pray — New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven.
Strona 61 - Fie, my lord, fie ! a soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account? Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? Doct. Do you mark that? Lady M. The thane of Fife had a wife; where is she now? What, will these hands ne'er be clean? No more o' that, my lord, no more o' that: you mar all with this starting.
Strona 17 - TO THE MUSES. WHETHER on Ida's shady brow Or in the chambers of the East, The chambers of the Sun, that now From ancient melody have ceased ; Whether in heaven ye wander fair Or the green corners of the earth, Or the blue regions of the air, Where the melodious winds have birth...
Strona 17 - ... the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me : "Pipe a song about a Lamb !
Strona 131 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Strona 22 - I will not cease from Mental Fight, Nor shall my Sword sleep in my hand Till we have built Jerusalem In England's green and pleasant Land.