Bentley's Miscellany, àÅèÁ·Õè 39Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith Richard Bentley, 1856 |
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... living before Agamemnon And since , exceeding valorous and sage . We have many great people still distinguishing themselves , almost as much as the valorous Argive , though not , perhaps , altogether in the same line . To do unto others ...
... living before Agamemnon And since , exceeding valorous and sage . We have many great people still distinguishing themselves , almost as much as the valorous Argive , though not , perhaps , altogether in the same line . To do unto others ...
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... living upon frog soup , adorned with a frill , but having no shirt ! France , with whom to think otherwise than is ordained by the consigne de l'empereur , is a journey to Cayenne , fraternises with England as a dog or a cat whom we ...
... living upon frog soup , adorned with a frill , but having no shirt ! France , with whom to think otherwise than is ordained by the consigne de l'empereur , is a journey to Cayenne , fraternises with England as a dog or a cat whom we ...
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... living . " Alas ! it could not awake the dead , but there can be no doubt that its just remonstrances saved many thousands of lives . Early in March , the transports having been ordered out of Balaklava harbour , Mrs. Duberly removed to ...
... living . " Alas ! it could not awake the dead , but there can be no doubt that its just remonstrances saved many thousands of lives . Early in March , the transports having been ordered out of Balaklava harbour , Mrs. Duberly removed to ...
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... living souls . Could such isolation exist on earth , it might , in some cases , be the very reverse of punishment ; but it never happens in this world ; none are so absolutely alone as not to have some friend or relative whose heart ...
... living souls . Could such isolation exist on earth , it might , in some cases , be the very reverse of punishment ; but it never happens in this world ; none are so absolutely alone as not to have some friend or relative whose heart ...
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... living by it . He , conscious of little save the happiness he felt when in the presence of Euphemia Graysteel , gave every hour he could abstract from his com- pelled pursuits to her society ; and she , who found no sympathy at home ...
... living by it . He , conscious of little save the happiness he felt when in the presence of Euphemia Graysteel , gave every hour he could abstract from his com- pelled pursuits to her society ; and she , who found no sympathy at home ...
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Bentley's Miscellany, àÅèÁ·Õè 8 Charles Dickens,William Harrison Ainsworth,Albert Smith ÁØÁÁͧ·Ñé§àÅèÁ - 1840 |
Bentley's Miscellany, àÅèÁ·Õè 34 Charles Dickens,William Harrison Ainsworth,Albert Smith ÁØÁÁͧ·Ñé§àÅèÁ - 1853 |
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˹éÒ 76 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
˹éÒ 577 - The City's voice itself is soft like Solitude's. I see the Deep's untrampled floor With green and purple sea-weeds strown; I see the waves upon the shore, Like light dissolved in star-showers, thrown; I sit upon the sands alone — The lightning of the noon-tide ocean Is flashing round me, and a tone Arises from its measured motion, How sweet! did any heart now share in my emotion.
˹éÒ 153 - For physic and farces his equal there scarce is— His farces are physic, his physic a farce is.
˹éÒ 65 - Oh, our manhood's prime vigour ! no spirit feels waste, Not a muscle is stopped in its playing, nor sinew unbraced. Oh, the wild joys of living! the leaping from rock up to rock — The strong rending of boughs from the fir-tree, — the cool silver shock Of the plunge in a pool's living water, — the hunt of the bear, And the sultriness showing the lion is couched in his lair. And the meal — the rich dates — yellowed over with gold dust divine, And the...
˹éÒ 635 - His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes; And while he heaven and earth defied Changed his hand, and checked his pride. He chose a mournful Muse Soft pity to infuse : He sung Darius great and good, By too severe a fate Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen, Fallen from his high estate, And weltering in his blood...
˹éÒ 68 - No, indeed ! for God above Is great to grant, as mighty to make, And creates the love to reward the love, — I claim you still, for my own love's sake ! Delayed it may be for more lives yet, Thro' worlds I shall traverse, not a few — Much is to learn and much to forget Ere the time be come for taking you.
˹éÒ 251 - I read, before my eyelids dropt their shade, 'The Legend of Good Women,' long ago Sung by the morning star of song, who made His music heard below; Dan Chaucer, the first warbler, whose sweet breath Preluded those melodious bursts that fill The spacious times of great Elizabeth With sounds that echo still. And, for a while, the knowledge of his art Held me above the subject, as strong gales Hold swollen clouds from raining, tho' my heart, Brimful of those wild tales, Charged both mine eyes with tears.
˹éÒ 65 - And I first played the tune all our sheep know, as, one after one, So docile they come to the pen-door till folding be done. They are white and untorn by the bushes, for lo, they have fed Where the long grasses stifle the water within the stream's bed; And now one after one seeks its lodging, as star follows star Into eve and the blue far above us, - so blue and so far!
˹éÒ 316 - And thou, too, whosoe'er thou art, That readest this brief psalm, As one by one thy hopes depart Be resolute and calm. O fear not in a world like this, And thou shalt know ere long, Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be strong.
˹éÒ 255 - I TAKE unceasing delight in Chaucer. His manly cheerfulness is especially delicious to me in my old age.* How exquisitely tender he is, and yet how perfectly free from the least touch of sickly melancholy or morbid drooping...