Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, المجلد 165W. Blackwood & Sons, 1899 |
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... light and colour sprang into being which told of mica and granite . I was in high spirits , as on the eve of holiday ; I had breakfasted ex- cellently on eggs and salmon- steaks ; I had no cares to speak of , and my prospects were not ...
... light and colour sprang into being which told of mica and granite . I was in high spirits , as on the eve of holiday ; I had breakfasted ex- cellently on eggs and salmon- steaks ; I had no cares to speak of , and my prospects were not ...
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... light of subsequent events I have jotted down the materials to which I refer . The last authentic record of the Brownie is in the narrative of the shepherd of Clachlands , taken down towards the close of last century by the Reverend Mr ...
... light of subsequent events I have jotted down the materials to which I refer . The last authentic record of the Brownie is in the narrative of the shepherd of Clachlands , taken down towards the close of last century by the Reverend Mr ...
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... light had faded to a pale yellow . But it was daylight , and that was all I sought , and I ran for it as eagerly as ever runner ran to a goal . I came out on a rock- shelf , beneath which a moraine of boulders fell away in a chasm to a ...
... light had faded to a pale yellow . But it was daylight , and that was all I sought , and I ran for it as eagerly as ever runner ran to a goal . I came out on a rock- shelf , beneath which a moraine of boulders fell away in a chasm to a ...
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... light of the cottage . I panted forward , my breath coming in gasps and my back shot with fiery pains . Happily the land was easier for the feet as long as I kept on the skirts of the bog . My ears were sharp as a wild beast's with fear ...
... light of the cottage . I panted forward , my breath coming in gasps and my back shot with fiery pains . Happily the land was easier for the feet as long as I kept on the skirts of the bog . My ears were sharp as a wild beast's with fear ...
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... light of morn the weather seemed more vicious than ever . The wind cut my ears , the whole firmament was full of the rend- ings and thunders of the storm . Rain fell in blinding sheets , the heath was a marsh , and it was the most I ...
... light of morn the weather seemed more vicious than ever . The wind cut my ears , the whole firmament was full of the rend- ings and thunders of the storm . Rain fell in blinding sheets , the heath was a marsh , and it was the most I ...
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الصفحة 563 - I did not betray Mr. Kurtz— it was ordered I should never betray him— it was written I should be loyal to the nightmare of my choice. I was anxious to deal with this shadow by myself alone— and to this day I don't know why I was so jealous of sharing with any one the peculiar blackness of that experience.
الصفحة 170 - Now when I was a little chap I had a passion for maps. I would look for hours at South America, or Africa, or Australia, and lose myself in all the glories of exploration. At that time there were many blank spaces on the earth, and when I saw one that looked particularly inviting on a map (but they all look that) I would put my finger on it and say, When I grow up I will go there.
الصفحة 555 - There was no sign on the face of nature of this amazing tale that was not so much told as suggested to me in desolate exclamations, completed by shrugs, in interrupted phrases, in hints ending in deep sighs.
الصفحة 571 - Yes,' said I, and forthwith handed him the famous Report for publication, if he thought fit. He glanced through it hurriedly, mumbling all the time, judged 'it would do,' and took himself off with this plunder. "Thus I was left at last with a slim packet of letters and the girl's portrait. She struck me as beautiful — I mean she had a beautiful expression. I know that the sunlight can be made to lie, too, yet one felt that no manipulation of light and pose could have conveyed the delicate shade...
الصفحة 170 - I did once turn fresh-water sailor for a bit," that we knew we were fated, before the ebb began to run, to hear about one of Marlow's inconclusive experiences. "I don't want to bother you much with what happened to me personally...
الصفحة 555 - ... no two of the same size; all this brought within reach of my hand, as it were. And then I made a brusque movement, and one of the remaining posts of that vanished fence leaped up in the field of my glass. You remember I told you I had been struck at the distance by certain attempts at ornamentation, rather remarkable in the ruinous aspect of the place. Now I had suddenly a nearer view, and its first result was to make me throw my head back as if before a blow. Then I went carefully from post...
الصفحة 568 - I blew the candle out and left the cabin. The pilgrims were dining in the mess-room, and I took my place opposite the manager, who lifted his eyes to give me a questioning glance, which I successfully ignored. He leaned back, serene, with that peculiar smile of his sealing the unexpressed depths of his meanness. A continuous shower of small flies streamed upon the lamp, upon the cloth, upon our hands and faces. Suddenly the manager's boy put his insolent black head in the doorway, and said in a tone...
الصفحة 222 - WERTHER had a love for Charlotte Such as words could never utter ; Would you know how first he met her ? She was cutting bread and butter. Charlotte was a married lady, And a moral man was Werther, And for all the wealth of Indies, Would do nothing for to hurt her. So he sighed and pined and ogled, And his passion boiled and bubbled, Till he blew his silly brains out, And no more was by it troubled. Charlotte, having...
الصفحة 565 - ... head pretty well; but when I had him at last stretched on the couch, I wiped my forehead, while my legs shook under me as though I had carried half a ton on my back down that hill. And yet I had only supported him, his bony arm clasped round my neck— and he was not much heavier than a child. "When next day we left at noon, the crowd, of whose presence behind the curtain of trees I had been acutely conscious all the time, flowed out of the woods again, filled the clearing, covered the slope...
الصفحة 175 - In the empty immensity of earth, sky, and water, there she was, incomprehensible, firing into a continent. Pop, would go one of the six-inch guns; a small flame would dart and vanish, a little white smoke would disappear, a tiny projectile would give a feeble screech — and nothing happened. Nothing could happen.