Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volumen150W. Blackwood & Sons, 1891 |
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... hands of Harris , and of the active hostility which they had good reason to believe their revolt had brought upon them ... hand man in his work . The Haifa community never got be- yond the experimental stage , and Laurence Oliphant was ...
... hands of Harris , and of the active hostility which they had good reason to believe their revolt had brought upon them ... hand man in his work . The Haifa community never got be- yond the experimental stage , and Laurence Oliphant was ...
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... hand ; it felt like a loose sack . I kicked it again to see if it were hard . Something cracked inside . " It's full of dry twigs no doubt . If only I had a match to make a fire ! " But as I hadn't , I sat down on the bundle , for I was ...
... hand ; it felt like a loose sack . I kicked it again to see if it were hard . Something cracked inside . " It's full of dry twigs no doubt . If only I had a match to make a fire ! " But as I hadn't , I sat down on the bundle , for I was ...
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my hand . I could not stir it . What strength the other must be possessed of ! But what was the other ? How could I be held with- out feeling the means by which I was held ? Could my hand be para- lysed by an electric shock ? I could ...
my hand . I could not stir it . What strength the other must be possessed of ! But what was the other ? How could I be held with- out feeling the means by which I was held ? Could my hand be para- lysed by an electric shock ? I could ...
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... hands . Lake and vermilion are the colours next likely to become fashion- able , the painter having announc- ed his ... hand which has not yet wholly forgotten its cunning . The best of these portraits , which is almost as good as ...
... hands . Lake and vermilion are the colours next likely to become fashion- able , the painter having announc- ed his ... hand which has not yet wholly forgotten its cunning . The best of these portraits , which is almost as good as ...
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... hand of Beatrice : - " Very well , ' she said , after a pause . To return to your marriage , my dear Monsieur Fabrice . You are about to marry a person of whom I can say nothing but good . Her con- duct since she has lived with me has ...
... hand of Beatrice : - " Very well , ' she said , after a pause . To return to your marriage , my dear Monsieur Fabrice . You are about to marry a person of whom I can say nothing but good . Her con- duct since she has lived with me has ...
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Página 381 - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death.
Página 269 - There were two men in one city ; the one rich, and the other poor. The rich man had exceeding many flocks and herds: but the poor man had nothing, save one little ewe lamb, which he had bought and nourished up : and it grew up together with him, and with his children; it did eat of his own meat, and drank of his own cup, and lay in his bosom, and was unto him as a daughter.
Página 380 - Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale! Light thickens; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood: Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
Página 378 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
Página 381 - Seyton ! — I am sick at heart, When I behold — Seyton, I say! — This push Will cheer me ever, or disseat me now. I have liv'd long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear , the yellow leaf...
Página 231 - The war, that for a space did fail, Now trebly thundering swelled the gale, And ' Stanley ! ' was the cry. A light on Marmion's visage spread, And fired his glazing eye ; With dying hand above his head He shook the fragment of his blade, And shouted ' Victory ! — Charge, Chester, charge! On, Stanley, on!
Página 178 - See him in the dish, his second cradle, how meek he lieth! - wouldst thou have had this innocent grow up to the grossness and indocility which too often accompany maturer swinehood? Ten to one he would have proved a glutton, a sloven, an obstinate, disagreeable animal - wallowing in all manner of filthy conversation - from these sins he is happily snatched away Ere sin could blight or sorrow fade, Death came with timely care...
Página 293 - One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, Sleep to wake.
Página 381 - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow ; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And, with some sweet, oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff, Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct.
Página 178 - His memory is odoriferous ; no clown curseth, while his stomach half rejecteth, the rank bacon ; no coalheaver bolteth him in reeking sausages ; he hath a fair sepulchre in the grateful stomach of the judicious epicure, and for such a tomb might be content to die.