MacMillan's Magazine, Volume 56Sir George Grove, David Masson, John Morley, Mowbray Morris 1887 |
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... death , certain and sudden . " Unless I can reach the hut we are lost , " said Chard . " Go ! " said Gwendoline firmly . " We will wait here . " But as she spoke , a third peal of thunder broke with deafening crash upon the hills above ...
... death , certain and sudden . " Unless I can reach the hut we are lost , " said Chard . " Go ! " said Gwendoline firmly . " We will wait here . " But as she spoke , a third peal of thunder broke with deafening crash upon the hills above ...
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... death , nor which of them should reach the shore alive . And when they were on the sand Augustus left them and fled up the height again through the very midst of the flames , where indeed there was no heat to burn , but such whirlwinds ...
... death , nor which of them should reach the shore alive . And when they were on the sand Augustus left them and fled up the height again through the very midst of the flames , where indeed there was no heat to burn , but such whirlwinds ...
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... death before I died . I used to think one must sleep too soundly when one was dead . Death is the end of sleep . There is no more sleep for us , for ever , it seems - and alas , there are no more dreams either ! I regret the sadness of ...
... death before I died . I used to think one must sleep too soundly when one was dead . Death is the end of sleep . There is no more sleep for us , for ever , it seems - and alas , there are no more dreams either ! I regret the sadness of ...
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... death . We shall never change our minds again , now . We are the bronze of which our lives were but the clay moulds . We see new things indeed , but the impression is fatally true , for we are no longer subject to illusions - alas ...
... death . We shall never change our minds again , now . We are the bronze of which our lives were but the clay moulds . We see new things indeed , but the impression is fatally true , for we are no longer subject to illusions - alas ...
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... death - crushed , per- haps , under what had been the low wall of a garden - being much distorted , and lying , though neatly enough dis- covered by the upheaval of the soil , in great confusion . People's attention was the more ...
... death - crushed , per- haps , under what had been the low wall of a garden - being much distorted , and lying , though neatly enough dis- covered by the upheaval of the soil , in great confusion . People's attention was the more ...
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Page 432 - Alack, alack, is it not like that I So early waking, what with loathsome smells And shrieks like mandrakes...
Page 352 - O attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral!
Page 87 - My whole life I have lived in pleasant thought, As if life's business were a summer mood; As if all needful things would come unsought To genial faith, still rich in genial good; But how can He expect that others should Build for him, sow for him, and at his call Love him, who for himself will take no heed at all?
Page 420 - And in far other scenes! For I was reared In the great city, pent 'mid cloisters dim, And saw nought lovely but the sky and stars. But thou, my babe! shalt wander like a breeze By lakes and sandy shores, beneath the crags Of ancient mountain, and beneath the clouds, Which image in their bulk both lakes and shores And mountain crags...
Page 185 - 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 ; since no man has aught of what he leaves, what is't to leave betimes?
Page 352 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Page 83 - Tis of a little child Upon a lonesome wild, Not far from home, but she hath lost her way: And now moans low in bitter grief and fear, And now screams loud, and hopes to make her mother hear.
Page 81 - O Lady! we receive but what we give And in our life alone does Nature live: Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud! And would we aught behold of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth...
Page 82 - Joy is the sweet voice, Joy the luminous cloud We in ourselves rejoice! And thence flows all that charms or ear or sight, All melodies the echoes of that voice, All colours a suffusion from that light.
Page 85 - Though I should gaze for ever On that green light that lingers in the west: I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.