Macmillan's Magazine, เล่มที่ 44Macmillan and Company, 1881 |
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... a hint of Mr. Osmond's state of mind ; and she had no better reason for her silence than that she didn't wish to speak . It entertained her more to say nothing , and she had no idea of asking poor The Portrait of a Lady . 5.
... a hint of Mr. Osmond's state of mind ; and she had no better reason for her silence than that she didn't wish to speak . It entertained her more to say nothing , and she had no idea of asking poor The Portrait of a Lady . 5.
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... poor Lily , her husband , and her children , to their ship at Liverpool . It had been good for her to have them with her ; she was very conscious of that ; she was very observant , as we know , of what was good for her , and her effort ...
... poor Lily , her husband , and her children , to their ship at Liverpool . It had been good for her to have them with her ; she was very conscious of that ; she was very observant , as we know , of what was good for her , and her effort ...
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... poor lady had kept so much of her freshness , her interest in life . Into this freshness of Madame Merle's she obtained a considerable insight ; she saw that it was , after all , a tolerably artificial bloom . Isabel liked her as much ...
... poor lady had kept so much of her freshness , her interest in life . Into this freshness of Madame Merle's she obtained a considerable insight ; she saw that it was , after all , a tolerably artificial bloom . Isabel liked her as much ...
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... Poor fellow , " she men- tally murmured , " what great things he is capable of , and what a pity that he should waste his splendid force ! What a pity , too , that one satisfy everybody ! " It gave her time to do more to say at the end ...
... Poor fellow , " she men- tally murmured , " what great things he is capable of , and what a pity that he should waste his splendid force ! What a pity , too , that one satisfy everybody ! " It gave her time to do more to say at the end ...
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... poor Caspar if she had tried a little more to gratify Miss Stackpole ; but he did not say so ; he only asked , pre- sently , when her marriage would take placo . " I don't know yet . I can only say it will be soon . I have , told no one ...
... poor Caspar if she had tried a little more to gratify Miss Stackpole ; but he did not say so ; he only asked , pre- sently , when her marriage would take placo . " I don't know yet . I can only say it will be soon . I have , told no one ...
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Macmillan's Magazine, เล่มที่ 58 David Masson,George Grove,John Morley,Mowbray Morris มุมมองทั้งเล่ม - 1888 |
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หน้า 179 - No more of that. I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am ; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice...
หน้า 135 - But he turned, and rebuked them, and said, Ye know not what manner of spirit ye are of. For the Son of man is not come to destroy men's lives, but to save them.
หน้า 38 - As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things ; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this grey spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
หน้า 217 - Next 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.
หน้า 232 - PREDESTINATION to Life is the everlasting purpose of God, whereby (before the foundations of the world were laid) he hath constantly decreed by his counsel secret to us, to deliver from curse and damnation those whom he hath chosen in Christ out of mankind, and to bring them by Christ to everlasting salvation, as vessels made to honour.
หน้า 219 - This spiritual Love acts not nor can exist Without Imagination, which, in truth, Is but another name for absolute power And clearest insight, amplitude of mind, And Reason in her most exalted mood.
หน้า 230 - THERE is but one only living and true God ; who is infinite in being and perfection, a most pure spirit, invisible, without body, parts, or passions, immutable, immense, eternal, incomprehensible, almighty, most wise, most holy, most free, most absolute, working all things according to the counsel of his own immutable and most righteous will...
หน้า 100 - Christ did truly rise again from death, and took again his body, with flesh, bones, and all things appertaining to the perfection of Man's nature ; wherewith he ascended into Heaven, and there sitteth, until he return to judge all Men at the last day.
หน้า 138 - The whole strange purpose of their lives, to find Or make an enemy of all mankind! Not one looks backward, onward still he goes, Yet ne'er looks forward further than his nose.
หน้า 37 - DEEP on the convent-roof the snows Are sparkling to the moon : My breath to heaven like vapour goes : May my soul follow soon ! The shadows of the convent-towers Slant down the snowy sward, Still creeping with the creeping hours That lead me to my Lord : Make Thou my spirit pure and clear As are the frosty skies, Or this first snowdrop of the year That in my bosom lies. As these white robes are...