Werner's Magazine: A Magazine of Expression, Zväzok 19Werner's Magazine Company, 1897 |
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... telling us that the knowledge of clay , or the means of acquiring that knowledge , will never make a sculptor . Who would ... tell good clay by " the feel , " possibly the sight , and possibly from other signs of quality . But let me ask ...
... telling us that the knowledge of clay , or the means of acquiring that knowledge , will never make a sculptor . Who would ... tell good clay by " the feel , " possibly the sight , and possibly from other signs of quality . But let me ask ...
Strana 16
... Tell me ; is this the house of God , or a public bagnio ? " so that Daniele da Volterra had to fit at least bathing- clothes to some of the figures in the Last Judgment , to save that fresco . from destruction . ments . Baini has almost ...
... Tell me ; is this the house of God , or a public bagnio ? " so that Daniele da Volterra had to fit at least bathing- clothes to some of the figures in the Last Judgment , to save that fresco . from destruction . ments . Baini has almost ...
Strana 32
... tell you what a dread- ful thing I saw yesterday . I was go- ing to the post - office and was walk- ing a little faster than usual because I wanted to get a letter in the three o'clock mail . It was a letter to my brother , who always ...
... tell you what a dread- ful thing I saw yesterday . I was go- ing to the post - office and was walk- ing a little faster than usual because I wanted to get a letter in the three o'clock mail . It was a letter to my brother , who always ...
Strana 39
... tell you . Certainly much excuse ! It came of the way they cooped Us peasantry up in a ring just here , close huddling because tight - hooped By the red - coats round us villagers all . They meant we should see the sight And take the ...
... tell you . Certainly much excuse ! It came of the way they cooped Us peasantry up in a ring just here , close huddling because tight - hooped By the red - coats round us villagers all . They meant we should see the sight And take the ...
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... Tell me ! Answer ! Teil me , tell me quickly ! No , no ! It is not I nor my poor face . I see , as ' twere , a beautiful princess Whom people salute in the way . Ah ! if he were only here ! If he could see me thus ! For now I am a ...
... Tell me ! Answer ! Teil me , tell me quickly ! No , no ! It is not I nor my poor face . I see , as ' twere , a beautiful princess Whom people salute in the way . Ah ! if he were only here ! If he could see me thus ! For now I am a ...
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Strana 399 - IF the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again. Far or forgot to me is near; Shadow and sunlight are the same ; The vanished gods to me appear; And one to me are shame and fame. They reckon ill who leave me out ; When me they fly, I am the wings ; I am the doubter and the doubt, And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.
Strana 397 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha, for Scotland's King and Law, Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Free-man stand, or Free-man fa', Let him on wi
Strana 537 - Trust not for freedom to the Franks, — They have a king who buys and sells. In native swords and native ranks The only hope of courage dwells; But Turkish force and Latin fraud Would break your shield, however broad.
Strana 398 - TIGER! Tiger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire?
Strana 319 - O hark, O hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Strana 398 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
Strana 206 - Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Strana 537 - You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone? Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one? You have the letters Cadmus gave, — Think ye he meant them for a slave?
Strana 566 - With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon.
Strana 397 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee...