MacMillan's Magazine, Volume 56Sir George Grove, David Masson, John Morley, Mowbray Morris 1887 |
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... night of the year , St. Nicholas raised a fierce storm in the Bocca di Crape , and forced the heathen pirates to lighten their craft by heaving overboard the bell and the rest of the booty they had carried off . Round the point , and ...
... night of the year , St. Nicholas raised a fierce storm in the Bocca di Crape , and forced the heathen pirates to lighten their craft by heaving overboard the bell and the rest of the booty they had carried off . Round the point , and ...
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... night . Take care , the stones are loose . Here we are . Now take a good look . I want you to stand here -so - facing the sea and turning a little towards the castle . Don't move or turn your eyes away , it will be very curious . You ...
... night . Take care , the stones are loose . Here we are . Now take a good look . I want you to stand here -so - facing the sea and turning a little towards the castle . Don't move or turn your eyes away , it will be very curious . You ...
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... night sky , emitting a radiance of their own ; and the rose colour deepened to red , and the red to purple , and from time to time a great golden flash flew higher than the rest and trembled in the per- fection of a faultless curve and ...
... night sky , emitting a radiance of their own ; and the rose colour deepened to red , and the red to purple , and from time to time a great golden flash flew higher than the rest and trembled in the per- fection of a faultless curve and ...
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... night . The poet after death is like the busi- ness man on a holiday , the Italian ass on Sunday , and the pig before he has been made into sausages - he has no raison d'être , no reason for existing . He is out of his sphere , lost in ...
... night . The poet after death is like the busi- ness man on a holiday , the Italian ass on Sunday , and the pig before he has been made into sausages - he has no raison d'être , no reason for existing . He is out of his sphere , lost in ...
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... night was coming on . He would have to sleep in the ditch . would not be the first time - if only he could get a mile or two further he might find some bit of arched bridge across the ditch which would shelter him , or a stone wall ; or ...
... night was coming on . He would have to sleep in the ditch . would not be the first time - if only he could get a mile or two further he might find some bit of arched bridge across the ditch which would shelter him , or a stone wall ; or ...
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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.