The Cornhill Magazine, Volumen32

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George Smith, William Makepeace Thackeray
Smith, Elder., 1875
 

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Página 47 - In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call Earth, and, with low-thoughted care.
Página 188 - Some brittle sticks of thorn or briar Make me a fire, Close by whose living coal I sit, And glow like it. Lord, I confess too, when I dine, The pulse is thine, And all those other bits that be There...
Página 421 - But be our experience in particulars what it may, no man ever forgot the visitations of that power to his heart and brain which created all things new; which was -the dawn in him of music, poetry, and art; which made the face of nature radiant with purple light, the morning and the night varied enchantments...
Página 448 - Ye horrid towers, the abode of broken hearts ; Ye dungeons and ye cages of despair, That monarchs have supplied from age to age With music, such as suits their sovereign ears, The sighs and groans of miserable men ! There's not an English heart that would not leap, To hear that ye were fallen at last ; to know That even our enemies, so oft employ'd In forging chains for us, themselves were free. For he who values Liberty, confines His zeal for her predominance within No narrow bounds ; her cause...
Página 579 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have...
Página 179 - FEARE no earthly powers; But care for crowns of flowers ; And love to have my beard With wine and oile besmear'd. This day He drowne all sorrow ; Who knowes to live to-morrow ? UPON PAGGET.
Página 189 - Mongst roses. Fall on me like a silent dew, Or like those maiden showers Which, by the peep of day, do strew A baptime o'er the flowers. Melt, melt my pains, With thy soft strains, That having ease me given, With full delight, I leave this light, And take my flight For Heaven.
Página 182 - I SING of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers, Of April, May, of June, and July flowers ; I sing of May-poles, hock-carts, wassails, wakes, Of bridegrooms, brides, and of their bridal cakes.
Página 300 - I was averse from a catastrophe so feeble as that of reconciling the Champion with the Oppressor of mankind.
Página 168 - I took the man and sat him in the chair, where I saw him as distinctly as if he had been before me in his own proper person — I may almost say more vividly. I looked from time to time at the imaginary figure, then worked with my pencil, then referred to the countenance, and so on, just as I should have done had the sitter been there. When I looked at the chair I saw the man.

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