Tinsley's Magazine, Bind 21Tinsley Brothers, 1877 |
Fra bogen
Resultater 1-5 af 81
Side 3
... turned whiter even yet , then laughed out a little bitter laugh as the thought came to her . She had been so hunted down , with her wild apprehensions and with hungry creditors , that at last the chase had become a torturing interest ...
... turned whiter even yet , then laughed out a little bitter laugh as the thought came to her . She had been so hunted down , with her wild apprehensions and with hungry creditors , that at last the chase had become a torturing interest ...
Side 7
... turned quickly , and saw his sister with the violet ribbon in her hair challenging his admira- tion . His lovely sapphire - coloured eyes lit up , and a smile parted his exquisite lips . He was as beauti- ful as an angel , and as pure ...
... turned quickly , and saw his sister with the violet ribbon in her hair challenging his admira- tion . His lovely sapphire - coloured eyes lit up , and a smile parted his exquisite lips . He was as beauti- ful as an angel , and as pure ...
Side 17
... turned to his companion , and in- stantly a terrible whirl of jealousy and suspicion swept away all her good resolutions . Who could this woman be , she wondered , whom her father went into the street to meet ? At first she was tempted ...
... turned to his companion , and in- stantly a terrible whirl of jealousy and suspicion swept away all her good resolutions . Who could this woman be , she wondered , whom her father went into the street to meet ? At first she was tempted ...
Side 18
... turned traitor to his judgment and prudence , a quick mad impulse seized him . He drew the girl towards him , grasped both her hands firmly in his own , and gazed straight down into her dan- gerous eyes until his brain reeled , and he ...
... turned traitor to his judgment and prudence , a quick mad impulse seized him . He drew the girl towards him , grasped both her hands firmly in his own , and gazed straight down into her dan- gerous eyes until his brain reeled , and he ...
Side 19
... - tect you against the world , against yourself , by the Heaven above us , Ursula , I will take it on myself to do so ! The glowing peach - blossom cheeks turned to the pallor of death . The girl A Maddening Blow . 19 A Leap in the Dark.
... - tect you against the world , against yourself , by the Heaven above us , Ursula , I will take it on myself to do so ! The glowing peach - blossom cheeks turned to the pallor of death . The girl A Maddening Blow . 19 A Leap in the Dark.
Indhold
458 | |
461 | |
467 | |
471 | |
474 | |
482 | |
516 | |
527 | |
250 | |
253 | |
336 | |
385 | |
388 | |
391 | |
394 | |
398 | |
400 | |
407 | |
412 | |
415 | |
417 | |
448 | |
449 | |
452 | |
455 | |
561 | |
565 | |
568 | |
573 | |
574 | |
578 | |
580 | |
584 | |
590 | |
594 | |
595 | |
598 | |
603 | |
625 | |
638 | |
644 | |
Andre udgaver - Se alle
Almindelige termer og sætninger
answered appeared arms asked beautiful believe Bernard better brought cheek child close coming course cousin cried dear door dress eyes face father fear feel fell felt followed Gaillefontaine gave girl give gone half hand happy hard head hear heard heart hope hour Hugh Italy John Lock Joseph Keane keep kind knew lady late laugh leave Lennard less light Lily lips live look married matter mean mind Miss morning mother nature never night once passed Pierce play poor present René rest Rose round seemed seen side smile speak stood strange sure taken tears tell thing thought tion told took true turned Ursula voice walked wife wish woman wonder young
Populære passager
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 262 - Thus, like some wild-flaming, wild-thundering train of Heaven's Artillery, does this mysterious MANKIND thunder and flame, in long-drawn, quicksucceeding grandeur, through the unknown Deep. Thus, like a God-created, fire-breathing Spirit-host, we emerge from the Inane ; haste stormfully across the astonished Earth ; then plunge again into the Inane.
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 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. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying : Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
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!