The King's College Magazine, المجلد 2Houlston and Hughes, 1842 |
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... fair opportunity of effecting his destruction . " " That is rather dirty work ! " remarked Mat Maybird . " Here is that , " said Sir Richard , putting gold into Mat's hand ; " here is that which may hide the stain , though it cannot ...
... fair opportunity of effecting his destruction . " " That is rather dirty work ! " remarked Mat Maybird . " Here is that , " said Sir Richard , putting gold into Mat's hand ; " here is that which may hide the stain , though it cannot ...
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... fair morning will cheer our spirits , and break , in good time , into the warm and sunny happiness of reviving day . " " See , " said Kate , " as the setting sun is lost to our eyes , how the blushing west smiles placidly upon us : it ...
... fair morning will cheer our spirits , and break , in good time , into the warm and sunny happiness of reviving day . " " See , " said Kate , " as the setting sun is lost to our eyes , how the blushing west smiles placidly upon us : it ...
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... fair , peaceful prospects ! She little thought that , in bestowing upon me her guileless love , she was cherishing the thankless viper in her bosom ! Oh , for one hour of that fleeting childhood's time , that Beatrice could rise from ...
... fair , peaceful prospects ! She little thought that , in bestowing upon me her guileless love , she was cherishing the thankless viper in her bosom ! Oh , for one hour of that fleeting childhood's time , that Beatrice could rise from ...
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... fair sound of a worship in which the sense was forgotten ; no incense - bearers to perfume the sacred house , and offer a sacrifice of scented drugs rather than that of a pious , humble heart . The old priest , attired in a simple robe ...
... fair sound of a worship in which the sense was forgotten ; no incense - bearers to perfume the sacred house , and offer a sacrifice of scented drugs rather than that of a pious , humble heart . The old priest , attired in a simple robe ...
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... fair in the days of “ hoar antiquity , ” and are now mouldering in their return to the nothingness from which they came , seem to carry with them a reverence like that so scrupulously paid to the grey head by all the ancient nations ...
... fair in the days of “ hoar antiquity , ” and are now mouldering in their return to the nothingness from which they came , seem to carry with them a reverence like that so scrupulously paid to the grey head by all the ancient nations ...
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الصفحة 194 - I loved Ophelia: forty thousand brothers Could not with all their quantity of love, Make up my sum.
الصفحة 481 - Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha! here's three on's are sophisticated! Thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.
الصفحة 255 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields or waves or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain?
الصفحة 303 - Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! let the earth hide thee ! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with.
الصفحة 305 - If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended: That you have but slumbered here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: If you pardon, we will mend.
الصفحة 193 - Remember thee! Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there...
الصفحة 232 - tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all.
الصفحة 302 - And thou opposed, being of no woman born, Yet I will try the last. Before my body I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff, And damn'd be him that first cries 'Hold, enough!
الصفحة 429 - Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
الصفحة 301 - The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast ; — Lady M. What do you mean ? Macb. Still it cried, Sleep no more ! to all the house : Glamis hath murdered sleep; and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more ; Macbeth shall sleep no more .