Fraser's Magazine for Town and Country, Volume 25Longmans, Green, 1882 |
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... hour . Her book was a novel , but she could not read it . Even novels , though they are a wonderful resource in the vigils of life , lose their interest at the moments when the reader's own story is at , or approaching , a crisis . When ...
... hour . Her book was a novel , but she could not read it . Even novels , though they are a wonderful resource in the vigils of life , lose their interest at the moments when the reader's own story is at , or approaching , a crisis . When ...
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... hour . ' Could any word express more impressively the pause of fate , the quiet of patience and deliberation over the great and terrible things to come . There was silence in the heaven of Anne's being . She forbore to think , for bore ...
... hour . ' Could any word express more impressively the pause of fate , the quiet of patience and deliberation over the great and terrible things to come . There was silence in the heaven of Anne's being . She forbore to think , for bore ...
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... hour , and the moon had risen silvery over the roofs of the cottages , showing against the sky the familiar and beloved spire of their own village church , Charley , who had said nothing all the time , suddenly found a voice . He said ...
... hour , and the moon had risen silvery over the roofs of the cottages , showing against the sky the familiar and beloved spire of their own village church , Charley , who had said nothing all the time , suddenly found a voice . He said ...
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... hour of silent musing , he said to himself , Mountford might do it , ' with another sigh . It was hard upon Charley . stranger had a better chance than himself , a man that was nothing to her , whom she had known for a few months only ...
... hour of silent musing , he said to himself , Mountford might do it , ' with another sigh . It was hard upon Charley . stranger had a better chance than himself , a man that was nothing to her , whom she had known for a few months only ...
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... hour had come . They were all roused up in a moment by the interruption of some unusual sound , and suddenly Rose was heard speaking in tones which were sharp and urgent in confused passion . I don't want to hear any more , ' she said ...
... hour had come . They were all roused up in a moment by the interruption of some unusual sound , and suddenly Rose was heard speaking in tones which were sharp and urgent in confused passion . I don't want to hear any more , ' she said ...
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Page 182 - tis all a cheat ; Yet, fooled with hope, men favour the deceit ; Trust on, and think to-morrow will repay : To-morrow's falser than the former day ; Lies worse, and, while it says we shall be blest With some new joys, cuts off what we possessed.
Page 380 - Out of the circling charm ; Until her bosom must have made The bar she leaned on warm, And the lilies lay as if asleep Along her bended arm. From the fixed place of Heaven she saw Time like a pulse shake fierce Through all the worlds.
Page 186 - Tis resolved, for Nature pleads that he Should only rule who most resembles me. Shadwell alone my perfect image bears, Mature in dulness from his tender years ; Shadwell alone of all my sons is he Who stands confirmed in full stupidity. The rest to some faint meaning make pretence, But Shadwell never deviates into sense.
Page 378 - SOUL'S BEAUTY UNDER the arch of Life, where love and death, Terror and mystery, guard her shrine, I saw Beauty enthroned ; and though her gaze struck awe, I drew it in as simply as my breath. Hers are the eyes which, over and beneath, The sky and sea bend on thee, — which can draw, By sea or sky or woman, to one law, The allotted bondman of her palm and wreath. This is that Lady Beauty, in whose praise Thy voice and hand shake still, — long known to thee By flying hair and fluttering hem, —...
Page 377 - SILENT NOON. YOUR hands lie open in the long fresh grass, — The finger-points look through like rosy blooms : Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams and glooms 'Neath billowing skies that scatter and amass.
Page 604 - Milton almost requires a solemn service of music to be played, before you enter upon him. But he brings his music— to which, who listens, had need bring docile thoughts and purged ears. Winter evenings — the world shut out — with less of ceremony the gentle Shakspeare enters.
Page 392 - The helmsman steered, the ship moved on; Yet never a breeze up blew; The mariners all 'gan work the ropes, Where they were wont to do: They raised their limbs like lifeless tools— We were a ghastly crew. The body of my brother's son Stood by me, knee to knee: The body and I pulled at one rope, But he said nought to me.
Page 606 - I was born, the furniture which has been before my eyes all my life, a bookcase which has followed me about like a faithful dog, (only exceeding him in knowledge,) wherever I have moved, old chairs, old tables, streets, squares, where I have sunned myself, my old school, — these are my mistresses, — have I not enough, without your mountains?
Page 599 - My heart is quite sunk, and I don't know where to look for relief. Mary will get better again; but her constantly being liable to such relapses is dreadful, nor is it the least of our evils that her case and all our story is so well known around us. We are in a manner marked.
Page 379 - I HAVE been here before, But when or how I cannot tell : I know the grass beyond the door, The sweet keen smell, The sighing sound, the lights around the shore. You have been mine before, — How long ago I may not know : But just when at that swallow's soar Your neck turned so, Some veil did fall, — I knew it all of yore.