Fraser's Magazine for Town and Country, Том 43James Anthony Froude, John Tulloch J. Fraser, 1851 Contains the first printing of Sartor resartus, as well as other works by Thomas Carlyle. |
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... light . In some instances , indeed , we have done our subject injustice , by taking as our term of comparison some other year than the year 1849 ; which , as the reader will probably recollect , presents the remarkable phenomenon of an ...
... light . In some instances , indeed , we have done our subject injustice , by taking as our term of comparison some other year than the year 1849 ; which , as the reader will probably recollect , presents the remarkable phenomenon of an ...
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... Light- house and the Bridgewater Canal , the great engineering works of the past century . But perhaps we cannot better il- lustrate the superiority of our own times to the eighteenth century in this respect , than by recalling the fact ...
... Light- house and the Bridgewater Canal , the great engineering works of the past century . But perhaps we cannot better il- lustrate the superiority of our own times to the eighteenth century in this respect , than by recalling the fact ...
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... light in which I am disposed to regard it now . Nor should I , perhaps , have been led to suspect her of duplicity , had she not acted with ingratitude at a time when sorrow and misfortune had fallen upon the house that had nurtured her ...
... light in which I am disposed to regard it now . Nor should I , perhaps , have been led to suspect her of duplicity , had she not acted with ingratitude at a time when sorrow and misfortune had fallen upon the house that had nurtured her ...
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... light , into which outlines and colours of immortal beauty were infused by my heated fancy . I spoke to her— she turned aside , and raised her hand with a motion , as I thought , of sur- prize . Again I addressed her , and she rose ...
... light , into which outlines and colours of immortal beauty were infused by my heated fancy . I spoke to her— she turned aside , and raised her hand with a motion , as I thought , of sur- prize . Again I addressed her , and she rose ...
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... light of the fire ; our eyes met ; every vein and artery in my body seemed to beat audibly ; she uttered an hysterical cry , and fell back upon the sofa . I rushed to catch her , sobbed , gasped , tried to speak , flung myself upon my ...
... light of the fire ; our eyes met ; every vein and artery in my body seemed to beat audibly ; she uttered an hysterical cry , and fell back upon the sofa . I rushed to catch her , sobbed , gasped , tried to speak , flung myself upon my ...
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Стр. 179 - For, all day, the wheels are droning, turning; Their wind comes in our faces, Till our hearts turn, our head, with pulses burning, And the walls turn in their places: Turns the sky in the high window blank and reeling, Turns the long light that drops adown the wall, Turn the black flies that crawl along the ceiling, All are turning, all the day, and we with all. And all day, the iron wheels are droning, And sometimes we could pray, ' O ye wheels,' (breaking out in a mad moaning)
Стр. 569 - FORASMUCH as it hath pleased Almighty God of his great mercy to take unto himself the soul of our dear brother here departed, we therefore commit his body to the ground, earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, in sure and certain hope of the resurrection to eternal life...
Стр. 379 - A goodly portly man, i' faith, and a corpulent ; of a cheerful look, a pleasing eye, and a most noble carriage ; and, as I think, his age some fifty, or, by'r lady, inclining to threescore ; and now I remember me, his name is Falstaff : if that man should be lewdly given, he deceiveth me ; for, Harry, I see virtue in his looks. If, then, the...
Стр. 173 - Withdrew the dripping cloak and shawl, And laid her soiled gloves by, untied Her hat and let the damp hair fall, And, last, she sat down by my side And called me. When no voice replied, She put my arm about her waist, And made her smooth white shoulder bare, And all her yellow hair...
Стр. 180 - Who is God that He should hear us, While the rushing of the iron wheels is stirred ? When we sob aloud, the human creatures near us Pass by, hearing not, or answer not a word ! And we hear not (for the wheels in their resounding) Strangers speaking at the door : Is it likely God, with angels singing round him, Hears our weeping any more ? x. "Two words, indeed, of praying we remember; And at midnight's hour of harm, —
Стр. 85 - Society will not tolerate the Natural in our Art. Many ladies have remonstrated and subscribers left me, because in the course of the story, I described a young man resisting and affected by temptation. My object was to say, that he had the passions to feel, and the manliness and generosity to overcome them.
Стр. 173 - LOVER. THE rain set early in to-night, The sullen wind was soon awake, It tore the elm-tops down for spite, And did its worst to vex the lake, I listened with heart fit to break. When glided in Porphyria...
Стр. 174 - And strangled her. No pain felt she; I am quite sure she felt no pain. As a shut bud that holds a bee, I warily oped her lids: again Laughed the blue eyes without a stain.
Стр. 180 - I mused it in bis antique tongue, I saw, in gradual vision through my tears, The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years, — Those of my own life, who by turns had flung A shadow across me. Straightway I was 'ware...
Стр. 181 - MY own Beloved, who hast lifted me From this drear flat of earth where I was thrown, And, in betwixt the languid ringlets, blown A life-breath, till the forehead hopefully Shines out again, as all the angels see, Before thy saving kiss...