The Dublin University Magazine: A Literary and Political Journal, Volume 86W. Curry, jun., and Company, 1875 |
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... father , having had no other child , educated her as he would have educated a son . She has often told me that it was his custom to say to strangers , " This is my son , Isaure ; " and that she herself used to say , laughing , " I am ...
... father , having had no other child , educated her as he would have educated a son . She has often told me that it was his custom to say to strangers , " This is my son , Isaure ; " and that she herself used to say , laughing , " I am ...
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... father and I have made a most satisfactory journey . stopped at the best hotels , and I can pay this homage to the tables- d'hôte of the towns we visited , that they are worthy of all praise . The correspondents of our house gene- rally ...
... father and I have made a most satisfactory journey . stopped at the best hotels , and I can pay this homage to the tables- d'hôte of the towns we visited , that they are worthy of all praise . The correspondents of our house gene- rally ...
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... father and mother , but nothing more was told me . One day , passing by my father's study , I found Hubert standing , his back to me , holding the door half open with one hand . 66 6 This , then , is your final de- cision , father ...
... father and mother , but nothing more was told me . One day , passing by my father's study , I found Hubert standing , his back to me , holding the door half open with one hand . 66 6 This , then , is your final de- cision , father ...
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A Literary and Political Journal. you , ' said my father . ' I know the day will come when you will thank me for preventing you from com- mitting a folly , and sacrificing your future for some miserable day- dreams . ' " Herbert turned ...
A Literary and Political Journal. you , ' said my father . ' I know the day will come when you will thank me for preventing you from com- mitting a folly , and sacrificing your future for some miserable day- dreams . ' " Herbert turned ...
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... father's ecstasy was finished . " It is really almost as good as a music - box , " said he ; " Virginie is becoming quite accomplished . " Virginie said nothing , but I saw her lips tremble , and her eyes fill with tears . I thought ...
... father's ecstasy was finished . " It is really almost as good as a music - box , " said he ; " Virginie is becoming quite accomplished . " Virginie said nothing , but I saw her lips tremble , and her eyes fill with tears . I thought ...
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Page 652 - Blessed are the eyes which see the things that ye see: For I tell you that many prophets and kings have desired to see those things which ye see, and have not seen them ; and to hear those things which ye hear, and have not heard them.
Page 751 - I believe him to be a good man ; and that belief hath occasioned me to examine mine own conscience concerning his opinions.
Page 455 - From point to point, with power and grace And music in the bounds of law, To those conclusions when we saw The God within him light his face, And seem to lift the form, and glow In azure orbits heavenly-wise ; And over those ethereal eyes The bar of Michael Angelo. LXXXVIII. WILD bird, whose warble, liquid sweet, Rings Eden thro...
Page 751 - My Lord, When I lost the freedom of my cell, which was my College, 'yet I found some degree of it in my quiet country parsonage : but I am weary of the noise and oppositions of this place; and indeed, God and Nature did not intend me for contentions, but for study and quietness.
Page 547 - For it is not metres, but a metre-making argument, that makes a poem, —a thought so passionate and alive, that, like the spirit of a plant or an animal, it has an architecture of its own, and adorns nature with a new thing.
Page 338 - Before I go whence I shall not return, Even to the land of darkness and the shadow of death ; A land of darkness, as darkness itself; And of the shadow of death, without any order, And where the light is as darkness.
Page 335 - ... moment, at the innumerable glimpses of idea that arrived not at the maturity of full view, at the fully matured fancies discarded in despair as unmanageable, at the cautious selections and rejections, at the painful erasures and interpolations — in a word, at the wheels and pinions, the tackle for sceneshifting, the step-ladders and demon-traps, the cock's feathers, the red paint and the black patches, which in ninety-nine cases out of the hundred constitute the properties of the literary histrio.
Page 106 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower.
Page 335 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and. curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Page 335 - Most writers - poets in especial - prefer having it understood that they compose by a species of fine frenzy an ecstatic intuition - and would positively shudder at letting the public take a peep behind the scenes, at the elaborate and vacillating crudities of thought - at the true purposes seized only at the last moment - at the innumerable glimpses of idea that arrived not at the maturity of full view...