Temple Bar: A London Magazine for Town and Country Readers, Volume 34George Augustus Sala, Edmund Yates Ward and Lock, 1872 |
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... better chances of private commune with her , of sweet grave talk , and sweeter looks into her lovely loving eyes , than he would have had in the small home - party , with Jemima and Sylvia staring at him . Hitherto he has made Well ...
... better chances of private commune with her , of sweet grave talk , and sweeter looks into her lovely loving eyes , than he would have had in the small home - party , with Jemima and Sylvia staring at him . Hitherto he has made Well ...
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... better than cure : I would . " " The man with the red beard is Major Webster : do you see how short and broad he is ? His brother officers say that he has swallowed a box is not it a delicious idea ? -it quite invigorates me . " Paul ...
... better than cure : I would . " " The man with the red beard is Major Webster : do you see how short and broad he is ? His brother officers say that he has swallowed a box is not it a delicious idea ? -it quite invigorates me . " Paul ...
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... better give up the idea ! " " Not a bit of it ! Get up on the chair ; I shall have better purchase of you . " " And what am I to do ? " asks Lenore , beginning to laugh by anti- cipation . " Have I no role ? " " Oh , you must be ...
... better give up the idea ! " " Not a bit of it ! Get up on the chair ; I shall have better purchase of you . " " And what am I to do ? " asks Lenore , beginning to laugh by anti- cipation . " Have I no role ? " " Oh , you must be ...
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... better than the barmaid , " he says , grimly , turning away . Meanwhile , the ingenious troupe , still at fault for the right word , have hit upon another wrong one- “ Wet . ” " You carry in a candle , " says Major Webster to Lenore ...
... better than the barmaid , " he says , grimly , turning away . Meanwhile , the ingenious troupe , still at fault for the right word , have hit upon another wrong one- “ Wet . ” " You carry in a candle , " says Major Webster to Lenore ...
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... better than that , do not you , Charlie ? " At the unnecessary and illegal candour displayed by the first half of the sentence , Paul shudders slightly ; but at the familiar abbrevia- tion of his friend's name he forgets all about his ...
... better than that , do not you , Charlie ? " At the unnecessary and illegal candour displayed by the first half of the sentence , Paul shudders slightly ; but at the familiar abbrevia- tion of his friend's name he forgets all about his ...
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Page 47 - And this is in the night. — Most glorious night ! Thou wert not sent for slumber ! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and far delight, — A portion of the tempest and of thee ! How the lit lake shines a phosphoric sea, And the big rain comes dancing to the earth ! And now again 'tis black, — and now the glee Of the loud hills shakes with its mountain-mirth, As if they did rejoice o'er a young earthquake's birth.
Page 46 - The sky is changed! - and such a change! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Page 47 - Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings! ye, With night, and clouds, and thunder, and a soul To make these felt and feeling, well may be Things that have made me watchful; the far roll Of your departing voices, is the knoll Of what in me is sleepless, — if I rest. But where of ye, O tempests! is the goal? Are ye like those within the human breast? Or do ye find at length, like eagles, some high nest?
Page 34 - Had far outgrown his years, and to his eye There was but one beloved face on earth, And that was shining on him: he had look'd Upon it till it could not pass away; He had no breath, no.
Page 323 - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Page 45 - My soul is an enchanted boat, Which, like a sleeping swan, doth float Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing ; And thine doth like an angel sit Beside the helm conducting it, Whilst all the winds with melody are ringing.
Page 46 - It is the hush of night, and all between Thy margin and the mountains, dusk, yet clear, Mellowed and mingling, yet distinctly seen, Save darken'd Jura, whose capt heights appear Precipitously steep ; and drawing near, There breathes a living fragrance from the shore, Of flowers yet fresh with childhood ; on the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar, Or chirps the grasshopper one good-night carol more...
Page 39 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...
Page 523 - In this accomplished lady, love is the constant effect, because it is never the design. Yet, though her mien carries much more invitation than command, to behold her is an immediate check to loose behaviour; and to love her is a liberal education...
Page 324 - But trailing clouds of glory do we come From God, who is our home : Heaven lies about us in our infancy ! Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing boy, But he beholds the light, and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy ; The youth who daily further from the East Must travel, still is nature's priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended. At length the Man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.