Once a Month: An Illustrated Australasian Magazine ..., Том 1W. Inglis & Company, 1884 |
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... round , and began to walk back towards Thorn- wick . Two things had combined to produce this change of purpose - the first , the state of his boots , which , beginning to dry in the sun and wind as he walked , grew more and more hideous ...
... round , and began to walk back towards Thorn- wick . Two things had combined to produce this change of purpose - the first , the state of his boots , which , beginning to dry in the sun and wind as he walked , grew more and more hideous ...
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... round , and Mrs. Jeffray drove over the same afternoon to Sunnyside . An hour or two later her pony chaise was standing at the rectory door - a fact which subsequently went to prove , in the minds of speculating gossips at least , that ...
... round , and Mrs. Jeffray drove over the same afternoon to Sunnyside . An hour or two later her pony chaise was standing at the rectory door - a fact which subsequently went to prove , in the minds of speculating gossips at least , that ...
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... round the bend of the river , and meeting the astonished gaze of a pair of eyes at no further distance than twelve feet or so , Barbara flushes confusedly . She can go neither back nor forward . At another time she would have laughed ...
... round the bend of the river , and meeting the astonished gaze of a pair of eyes at no further distance than twelve feet or so , Barbara flushes confusedly . She can go neither back nor forward . At another time she would have laughed ...
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... round the conversation somehow to the Red House on the river . Meanwhile Barbara , in her own room , repairing her dress , was narrating to an audience of four sisters her afternoon's adventure . " The divinest blue eyes I ever saw ...
... round the conversation somehow to the Red House on the river . Meanwhile Barbara , in her own room , repairing her dress , was narrating to an audience of four sisters her afternoon's adventure . " The divinest blue eyes I ever saw ...
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... Round our barque , as on we glide ! What is your notion Of our motion On the restless ocean , On the shitting tide ? It reminds us - it reminds us- Of the changing tides of life ; Their ceaseless surges , As on they urge us , With many ...
... Round our barque , as on we glide ! What is your notion Of our motion On the restless ocean , On the shitting tide ? It reminds us - it reminds us- Of the changing tides of life ; Their ceaseless surges , As on they urge us , With many ...
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Стр. 166 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Стр. 305 - I see before me the gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand ; his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low ; And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims around him ; he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won.
Стр. 164 - But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining — They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder ; A dreary sea now flows between, But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Стр. 362 - I'd divide, And burn in many places ; on the topmast , The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly, Then meet, and join. Jove's lightnings, the precursors O...
Стр. 199 - MYSTERIOUS night ! when our first parent knew Thee from report Divine, and heard thy name, Did he not tremble for this lovely frame, This glorious canopy of light and blue ? Yet, 'neath a curtain of translucent dew, Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, Hesperus, with the host of heaven, came, And lo ! creation widened in man's view.
Стр. 403 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Стр. 41 - But man is a noble animal, splendid in ashes, and pompous in the grave, solemnizing nativities and deaths with equal lustre, nor omitting ceremonies of bravery in the infamy of his nature.
Стр. 423 - tis sweet to view on high The rainbow, based on ocean, span the sky. 'Tis sweet to hear the watchdog's honest bark Bay deep-mouthed welcome as we draw near home; Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark Our coming, and look brighter when we come...
Стр. 403 - This was the noblest Roman of them all; All the conspirators save only he Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He only, in a general honest thought, And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, 'This was a man!
Стр. 166 - Methinks, it is like a weasel. Pol. It is backed like a weasel. Ham. Or, like a whale ? Pol. Very like a whale.