Tinsley's Magazine, Bind 21Tinsley Brothers, 1877 |
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... Woman with a History II . The Boy Lennard . III . Wild Blossoms IV . Woman or Fiend ?. v . A Leap in the Dark VI . After - thoughts VII . A Strange Revelation VIII . ' Who is it that speaks ? ' IX . ' Mine Enemy hath found me out ' x ...
... Woman with a History II . The Boy Lennard . III . Wild Blossoms IV . Woman or Fiend ?. v . A Leap in the Dark VI . After - thoughts VII . A Strange Revelation VIII . ' Who is it that speaks ? ' IX . ' Mine Enemy hath found me out ' x ...
Side 1
... WOMAN WITH A HISTORY . Ursula received the news with a passionate gesture . The. A DILAPIDATED lodging - house , situ- ated in a purlieu of Liverpool . Squalor and rags and pallid cheeks , flaunting vice , tinsel tawdry , and painted ...
... WOMAN WITH A HISTORY . Ursula received the news with a passionate gesture . The. A DILAPIDATED lodging - house , situ- ated in a purlieu of Liverpool . Squalor and rags and pallid cheeks , flaunting vice , tinsel tawdry , and painted ...
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... woman , with a curious tremolo of pleasure running through her thin voice ; ' I know it is for me . ' ' It's for you , sure enough , mum . It's written here , " Mrs. Keane , 15 Beacon Street , " in a child's round hand . Now , man , it ...
... woman , with a curious tremolo of pleasure running through her thin voice ; ' I know it is for me . ' ' It's for you , sure enough , mum . It's written here , " Mrs. Keane , 15 Beacon Street , " in a child's round hand . Now , man , it ...
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... woman , peered into her hard face with wide - open startled eyes of curiosity and interest . ' How much does she owe you , maʼam — how much ? ' ' What's that to you ? Some- where about five pounds or so . ' Nell recoiled visibly , while ...
... woman , peered into her hard face with wide - open startled eyes of curiosity and interest . ' How much does she owe you , maʼam — how much ? ' ' What's that to you ? Some- where about five pounds or so . ' Nell recoiled visibly , while ...
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... WOMAN OR FIEND ? SHE paced up and down in the foggy light of an ill - trimmed lamp , which was the sole illumination of a room directly under the attics in which Weston the violinist kept his humble household . She was a strange ...
... WOMAN OR FIEND ? SHE paced up and down in the foggy light of an ill - trimmed lamp , which was the sole illumination of a room directly under the attics in which Weston the violinist kept his humble household . She was a strange ...
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Alexander Ross answered asked Aspasia beautiful Bernard Keane better Biron Burnlees Canada cheek child Colley Cibber cousin cried daugh dear door dress Ethel eyes face father feel fell felt flowers Gaillefontaine gave George Ross girl give glance gone Grasper hair hand happy hard head heard heart Hugh John Lock kissed knew lady Lassie laugh Lennard Lincoln's Inn Fields lips listen little Weston look ma'am Margie marriage married matter Mattie ment mind Miss morning mother nard ness never night once passion Philip Graham poor pounds pretty Quebec Ralph Pierce René replied rose round seemed smile speak Steven Keane stood sure sweet tears tell thing thought tion told took turned Ursula violin voice walked whispered wife wish woman words young
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Side 141 - Arms, take your last embrace ! and, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death ! Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide ! Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark. Here's to my love ! \Drinks.} O true apothecary ! Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.
Side 260 - To-night I saw the sun set: he set and left behind The good old year, the dear old time, and all my peace of mind; And the...
Side 258 - HENCE, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy! Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings...
Side 259 - YE who listen with credulity to the whispers of fancy, and pursue with eagerness the phantoms of hope; who expect that age will perform the promises of youth, and that the deficiencies of the present day will be supplied by the morrow ; attend to the history of Rasselas, Prince of Abyssinia.
Side 260 - There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
Side 261 - The genius making me no answer, I turned about to address myself to him a second time, but I found that he had left me; I then turned again to the vision which I had been so long contemplating, but instead of the rolling tide, the arched bridge, and the happy islands, I saw nothing but the long hollow valley of Bagdat, with oxen, sheep, and camels grazing upon the sides of it.
Side 259 - The young men saw me, and hid themselves : and the aged arose, and stood up. The princes refrained talking, and laid their hand on their mouth. The nobles held their peace, and their tongue cleaved to the roof of their mouth.
Side 145 - 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.
Side 258 - THE splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story : The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory.
Side 262 - But whence ?—O Heaven, whither ? Sense knows not; Faith knows not; only that it is through Mystery to Mystery, from God and to God. ' " We are such stuff As Dreams are made of, and our little Life Is rounded with a sleep!