The Cornhill MagazineWilliam Makepeace Thackeray Smith, Elder and Company, 1913 |
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... eyes were turned in her direction as she effected her somewhat languid and self - conscious entry : one rather large hand grasping the light wrap that had fallen from her too décolleté shoulders , and the other lifting the hem of a ...
... eyes were turned in her direction as she effected her somewhat languid and self - conscious entry : one rather large hand grasping the light wrap that had fallen from her too décolleté shoulders , and the other lifting the hem of a ...
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... eyes like a child — a thirty - year- old child , with a powdered face and painted lips , and with some odd memories lurking perhaps in the brain - cells beneath the wonder- ful auburn hair . Mamma is over sixty and half an invalid , and ...
... eyes like a child — a thirty - year- old child , with a powdered face and painted lips , and with some odd memories lurking perhaps in the brain - cells beneath the wonder- ful auburn hair . Mamma is over sixty and half an invalid , and ...
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... eyes , and recalling the low tones of her calm voice and the restfulness of her quiet presence . Not the quiet of dulness , never that ; but the quiet of con- trolled force and depth . More than ever he grew impatient of Mrs ...
... eyes , and recalling the low tones of her calm voice and the restfulness of her quiet presence . Not the quiet of dulness , never that ; but the quiet of con- trolled force and depth . More than ever he grew impatient of Mrs ...
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... eyes expressed disapproval so plainly that Michael answered his unspoken thought . ' Not desertion , sir . His heart had always been set on entering English politics one day ; but as you say he was making money , and his business ...
... eyes expressed disapproval so plainly that Michael answered his unspoken thought . ' Not desertion , sir . His heart had always been set on entering English politics one day ; but as you say he was making money , and his business ...
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... eyes glowed beneath his snow - white brows , and his knotted hand trembled as he raised it and shook his finger at Michael . Despise ridicule . Have the courage of your convictions . ' ' And if I have no convictions ? ' 6 ' Go and get ...
... eyes glowed beneath his snow - white brows , and his knotted hand trembled as he raised it and shook his finger at Michael . Despise ridicule . Have the courage of your convictions . ' ' And if I have no convictions ? ' 6 ' Go and get ...
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Стр. 343 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
Стр. 333 - A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.
Стр. 391 - Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil; for thou art with me; Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Стр. 358 - ... paid to Johnson. One evening, in a circle of wits, he found fault with me for talking of Johnson as entitled to the honour of unquestionable superiority. " Sir," said he, " you are for making a monarchy of what should be a republic.
Стр. 387 - Man," here broke in Doctor Drummummupp, at the top of his voice, and with a thump that came near knocking the pulpit about our ears; "man that is born of a woman hath but a short time to live; he cometh up and is cut down like a flower!
Стр. 813 - Good friend, for Jesus' sake forbear To dig the dust enclosed here : Blest be the man that spares these stones, And curst be he that moves my bones.
Стр. 472 - Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness and cold. For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, And the elements' rage, the fiend-voices that rave, Shall dwindle, shall blend, Shall change, shall become first a peace out of pain. Then a light, then thy breast, 0 thou soul of my soul ! I shall clasp thee again, And with God be the rest...
Стр. 344 - would it had been done ! Thou didst prevent me ; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. Pro. Abhorred slave, Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill ! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other; when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like A thing most brutish, I endowed thy purposes With words that made them known...
Стр. 312 - And the singing was no mechanical affair of official routine ; it had a drama. As the moment of psalmody approached, by some process to me as mysterious and untraceable as the opening of the flowers or the breaking-out of the stars, a slate appeared in front of the gallery, advertising in bold characters the psalm about to be sung, lest the sonorous announcement of the clerk should still leave the bucolic mind in doubt on that head. Then followed the migration of the clerk to the gallery, where,...
Стр. 357 - Lusiad, and I went to visit him at this place a few days afterwards. He was not at home ; but having a curiosity to see his apartment, we went in and found curious scraps of descriptions of animals, scrawled upon the wall with a black lead pencil.