The Dublin University Magazine: A Literary and Political Journal, Volume 86W. Curry, jun., and Company, 1875 |
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... took out his soul , and made an auto- maton of him . But why harp on the past ? Better think of the present . We My father and I have made a most satisfactory journey . stopped at the best hotels , and I can pay this homage to the ...
... took out his soul , and made an auto- maton of him . But why harp on the past ? Better think of the present . We My father and I have made a most satisfactory journey . stopped at the best hotels , and I can pay this homage to the ...
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... took my hand , which I gently withdrew . " Ah ! I have too loving a heart , it is my misfortune . You are happy in not resembling me . " In spite of all that was ridiculous in this superannuated romanesque- rie , I could not help ...
... took my hand , which I gently withdrew . " Ah ! I have too loving a heart , it is my misfortune . You are happy in not resembling me . " In spite of all that was ridiculous in this superannuated romanesque- rie , I could not help ...
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... took up my work without giving myself time to do anything else ; for I must take it back this evening , so as to be able to buy bread for my children . " " But that big girl there , who is turning her back to us , she could help you if ...
... took up my work without giving myself time to do anything else ; for I must take it back this evening , so as to be able to buy bread for my children . " " But that big girl there , who is turning her back to us , she could help you if ...
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... took her tapestry , and sat down by the win- dow , a few steps from us . The expression of her face was so sullen , that , involuntarily , Hubert and Í looked at each other . 66 How industrious you are , Vir- ginie , " said I ; " here I ...
... took her tapestry , and sat down by the win- dow , a few steps from us . The expression of her face was so sullen , that , involuntarily , Hubert and Í looked at each other . 66 How industrious you are , Vir- ginie , " said I ; " here I ...
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... took pains . He had the intellect to see , and the energy to practise , all those arts of popularity - which , indeed , may be arts at first , but which , from habit , become nature . Morality deals with the more general interests of ...
... took pains . He had the intellect to see , and the energy to practise , all those arts of popularity - which , indeed , may be arts at first , but which , from habit , become nature . Morality deals with the more general interests of ...
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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...