Macmillan's Magazine, Bind 2

Forsideomslag
Macmillan and Company, 1907
 

Andre udgaver - Se alle

Almindelige termer og sætninger

Populære passager

Side 400 - You do look, my son, in a mov'd sort, As if you were dismay'd : be cheerful, sir. Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air...
Side 560 - Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita, Mi ritrovai per una selva oscura Che la diritta via era smarrita.
Side 480 - He was a handsome, well-shaped man ; very good company, and of a very ready and pleasant smooth wit.
Side 400 - Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air ; And like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And like this insubstantial pageant faded Leave not a rack behind : we are such stuff As dreams are made on ; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
Side 398 - I call therefore a complete and generous Education that which fits a man to perform justly, skilfully and magnanimously all the offices both private and public of peace and war.
Side 422 - HE looked on naked Nature unashamed, And saw the Sphinx, now bestial, now divine, In change and rechange ; he nor praised nor blamed, But drew her as he saw with fearless line. Did he good service ? God must judge, not we ; Manly he was, and generous and sincere ; English in all, of genius blithely free : Who loves a Man may see his image here.
Side 54 - The chariots shall rage in the streets, they shall jostle one against another in the broad ways : they shall seem like torches, they shall run like the lightnings.
Side 800 - AFOOT and light-hearted I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.
Side 274 - The toad beneath the harrow knows Exactly where each tooth-point goes ; The butterfly upon the road Preaches contentment to that toad. Pagett, MP, was a liar, and a fluent liar therewith — He spoke of the heat of India as the " Asian Solar Myth
Side 480 - Nannie afterward put it, a mere stick to hang clothes on (but they did hang! ), with a small brown glancing face, like that of a charming little inquisitive animal. Yet before she had addressed ten words to him — nibbling at the hard English consonants like nuts — he owned the justice of the epithet. She was a beauty, if beauty, instead of being restricted to the cast of the face, is a pervasive attribute informing the hands, the voice, the gestures, the very fall of a flounce and tilt of a feather....

Bibliografiske oplysninger