The King's College Magazine, Zväzok 2Houlston and Hughes, 1842 |
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... poor mistress will be heart - broken soon ! I watch her sometimes with tears in my eyes as she sits at her window , and looks so sad and gentle . And Spenton visits her ; she sees no one else ; I have lain me down outside her door , and ...
... poor mistress will be heart - broken soon ! I watch her sometimes with tears in my eyes as she sits at her window , and looks so sad and gentle . And Spenton visits her ; she sees no one else ; I have lain me down outside her door , and ...
Strana 7
... Poor Cicely ! she had expected a very different answer ; she had not thought her lover so devoted to eatables . " I love the victuals better than any thing else — because Cicely cooks them . " This was evidently next door to a ...
... Poor Cicely ! she had expected a very different answer ; she had not thought her lover so devoted to eatables . " I love the victuals better than any thing else — because Cicely cooks them . " This was evidently next door to a ...
Strana 14
... Poor little child , she little thought that boyish lover , mine accursed self , was destined to blast all her fair , peaceful prospects ! She little thought that , in bestowing upon me her guileless love , she was cherishing the ...
... Poor little child , she little thought that boyish lover , mine accursed self , was destined to blast all her fair , peaceful prospects ! She little thought that , in bestowing upon me her guileless love , she was cherishing the ...
Strana 22
... poor Indian dared to raise his hand in defence of his country , his family , and his honour ; and for this was branded as a murderer , a savage , a treacherous and relentless foe . If we examine the 22 RANDOM SKETCHES, ...
... poor Indian dared to raise his hand in defence of his country , his family , and his honour ; and for this was branded as a murderer , a savage , a treacherous and relentless foe . If we examine the 22 RANDOM SKETCHES, ...
Strana 26
... from this custom of the poor Indian , who thus prepares himself , so far as he is able , to fulfil what he believes to be the purpose of his Creator . Nothing can be more erroneous , than the notion that 26 RANDOM SKETCHES .
... from this custom of the poor Indian , who thus prepares himself , so far as he is able , to fulfil what he believes to be the purpose of his Creator . Nothing can be more erroneous , than the notion that 26 RANDOM SKETCHES .
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Strana 194 - I loved Ophelia: forty thousand brothers Could not with all their quantity of love, Make up my sum.
Strana 481 - Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha! here's three on's are sophisticated! Thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.
Strana 255 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields or waves or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain?
Strana 303 - Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! let the earth hide thee ! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with.
Strana 305 - If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended: That you have but slumbered here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: If you pardon, we will mend.
Strana 193 - Remember thee! Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there...
Strana 232 - tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all.
Strana 302 - And thou opposed, being of no woman born, Yet I will try the last. Before my body I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff, And damn'd be him that first cries 'Hold, enough!
Strana 429 - Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Strana 301 - The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast ; — Lady M. What do you mean ? Macb. Still it cried, Sleep no more ! to all the house : Glamis hath murdered sleep; and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more ; Macbeth shall sleep no more .