Macmillan's Magazine, Volume 56Macmillan and Company, 1887 |
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... beautiful din- ner - party . Whom would you have , mamma ? " " I , well - I think if I might choose , perhaps I would have Francis the First . Whom would you have , Gwen- doline ? " " Dear me ! Oh , I think I would choose a musician ...
... beautiful din- ner - party . Whom would you have , mamma ? " " I , well - I think if I might choose , perhaps I would have Francis the First . Whom would you have , Gwen- doline ? " " Dear me ! Oh , I think I would choose a musician ...
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... beautiful , " said Diana , her eyes fixed on the strange phenomenon . As they looked , faint clouds of rosy haze moved between them and the lamps , pausing suddenly and then shooting on like wild figures with streaming drapery of ...
... beautiful , " said Diana , her eyes fixed on the strange phenomenon . As they looked , faint clouds of rosy haze moved between them and the lamps , pausing suddenly and then shooting on like wild figures with streaming drapery of ...
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... beautiful . The May moon , but a day past the full , rose softly over the low range of the Basilicata . The placid sea lapped the dusky shingle , and caught the reflec- tion of the moonbeams as one might toss handfuls of diamonds upon a ...
... beautiful . The May moon , but a day past the full , rose softly over the low range of the Basilicata . The placid sea lapped the dusky shingle , and caught the reflec- tion of the moonbeams as one might toss handfuls of diamonds upon a ...
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... beautiful when she was dead , so terribly , so fascinatingly beautiful , as she lay among the roses on her bed . She died before I could reach her , but I saw her dead . She loved me once- I thought she loved me in the end , though she ...
... beautiful when she was dead , so terribly , so fascinatingly beautiful , as she lay among the roses on her bed . She died before I could reach her , but I saw her dead . She loved me once- I thought she loved me in the end , though she ...
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... beautiful ring ; I always loved sapphires- " " But Lady Brenda turned pale , and after a moment's struggle with her convictions , she nervously snatched her hand away . " Oh , you are - you are really dead -I can feel it in your fingers ...
... beautiful ring ; I always loved sapphires- " " But Lady Brenda turned pale , and after a moment's struggle with her convictions , she nervously snatched her hand away . " Oh , you are - you are really dead -I can feel it in your fingers ...
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Page 75 - 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.
Page 314 - The One remains, the many change and pass; Heaven's light forever shines, Earth's shadows fly ; Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, Stains the white radiance of Eternity, Until Death tramples it to fragments.
Page 340 - 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 340 - 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 337 - TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.
Page 71 - 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 408 - 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.
Page 340 - Kent. Vex not his ghost. O, let him pass! He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
Page 72 - And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element! O pure of heart! thou need'st not ask of me What this strong music in the soul may be! What, and wherein it doth exist, This light, this glory, this fair luminous mist, This beautiful and beauty-making power.
Page 73 - Tis of the rushing of an host in rout, With groans, of trampled men, with smarting wounds — At once they groan with pain, and shudder with the cold ! But hush ! there is a pause of deepest silence...