Murray's Magazine, Том 7John Murray, 1890 |
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... her knickknacks from Portland Place to Cornwall Terrace , Regent's Park , her sensations were akin to those which a patriotic emigrant may be supposed to experience on bidding his native land good - night . She 20 Marcia .
... her knickknacks from Portland Place to Cornwall Terrace , Regent's Park , her sensations were akin to those which a patriotic emigrant may be supposed to experience on bidding his native land good - night . She 20 Marcia .
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... night ? Oh , to Lady Wetherby's , wasn't it ? I suppose you met the usual nonentities . " " Yes , " answered Marcia , yawning and drawing off her long gloves ; " most of them were what you call nonentities . May I have something to ...
... night ? Oh , to Lady Wetherby's , wasn't it ? I suppose you met the usual nonentities . " " Yes , " answered Marcia , yawning and drawing off her long gloves ; " most of them were what you call nonentities . May I have something to ...
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... night than usual ; so she lingered on , and at length - for she could think of nothing better to say — she asked , " What have you been doing all day , Eustace ? " " What do I do every day ? " he returned . " I sat in Court until the ...
... night than usual ; so she lingered on , and at length - for she could think of nothing better to say — she asked , " What have you been doing all day , Eustace ? " " What do I do every day ? " he returned . " I sat in Court until the ...
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... night into day . Under the circumstances , I might perhaps have told you that I did not wish you to go out without me , and requested you to make some sacrifice of your tastes to mine ; but , for various reasons , I thought it right ...
... night into day . Under the circumstances , I might perhaps have told you that I did not wish you to go out without me , and requested you to make some sacrifice of your tastes to mine ; but , for various reasons , I thought it right ...
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... night . The truth is that Willie set his heart upon seeing you when you came in , and nothing would induce him to go ... night , " she added , by way of excusing herselt and him . The excuse seemed to be considered sufficient ; for ...
... night . The truth is that Willie set his heart upon seeing you when you came in , and nothing would induce him to go ... night , " she added , by way of excusing herselt and him . The excuse seemed to be considered sufficient ; for ...
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Стр. 300 - ... of equalling with them any other of their contemporaries; — either Coleridge, poet and philosopher wrecked in a mist of opium; or Shelley, beautiful and ineffectual angel, beating in the void his luminous wings in vain. Wordsworth and Byron stand out by themselves. When the year 1900 is turned, and our nation comes to recount her poetic glories in the century which has then just ended, the first names with her will be these.
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Стр. 291 - Who could resist the charm of that spiritual apparition, gliding in the dim afternoon light through the aisles of St. Mary's, rising into the pulpit, and then, in the most entrancing of voices, breaking the silence with words and thoughts which were a religious music, - subtle, sweet, mournful?
Стр. 305 - Far, far from here, The Adriatic breaks in a warm bay Among the green Illyrian hills ; and there The sunshine in the happy glens is fair, And by the sea, and in the brakes. The grass is cool, the sea-side air Buoyant and fresh, the mountain flowers More virginal and sweet than ours.
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