The Cornhill Magazine, Band 40

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William Makepeace Thackeray
Smith, Elder., 1879
 

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Seite 368 - Tis life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh life, not death, for which we pant; More life, and fuller, that I want.
Seite 712 - And let those, that play your clowns, speak no more than is set down for them : for there be of them, that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too ; though, in the mean time, some necessary question}: of the play be then to be considered : that's villainous ; and shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.
Seite 43 - Unknown, and like esteemed, and the dull swain Treads on it daily with his clouted shoon ; And yet more med'cinal is it than that moly That Hermes once to wise Ulysses gave ; He called it haemony, and gave it me, And bade me keep it as of sovran use 'Gainst all enchantments, mildew blast, or damp, Or ghastly Furies' apparition ; I pursed it up, but little reckoning made, Till now that this extremity compelled.
Seite 194 - Than those who are degraded by the jars Of passion, and their frailties link'd to fame, Conquerors of high renown, but full of scars.
Seite 597 - There's music in the sighing of a reed ; There's music in the gushing of a rill ; There's music in all things, if men had ears : Their earth is but an echo of the spheres.
Seite 421 - I have been prudent and cautious to an astounding degree; I swore her, privately and solemnly, never to attempt any claim on me as a husband, even though anybody should persuade her she had such a claim, which she has not, neither during my life, nor after my death. She did all this like a good girl...
Seite 73 - Piety displays Her mouldering roll, the piercing eye explores New manners, and the pomp of elder days, Whence culls the pensive bard his pictured stores. Nor rough nor barren are the winding ways Of hoar antiquity, but strown with flowers.
Seite 77 - HAIL, horrors, hail! ye ever gloomy bowers, Ye gothic fanes, and antiquated towers, Where rushy Camus' slowly-winding flood Perpetual draws his humid train of mud: Glad I revisit thy neglected reign, Oh take me to thy peaceful shade again. But chiefly thee, whose influence breathed from high Augments the native darkness of the sky; Ah, Ignorance!
Seite 712 - Ay, now am I in Arden ; the more fool I : when I was at home, I was in a better place : but travellers must be content.
Seite 94 - Camelot; And up and down the people go Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro...

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