Belgravia: A London Magazine, Volume 77Chatto and Windus, 1892 |
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... answer , " Most certainly not , " he turns , takes the unwilling Florence in his arms , and kisses her rapturously . " It was never going to be anything very grand , but it will be a hole - and - corner sort of wedding now , " Florence ...
... answer , " Most certainly not , " he turns , takes the unwilling Florence in his arms , and kisses her rapturously . " It was never going to be anything very grand , but it will be a hole - and - corner sort of wedding now , " Florence ...
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... answer coolly : " Thank you , Mrs. Graves , but I'm boor enough to devote myself entirely to my gun in September . I only fool with the guitar when I can get neither shooting nor hunting . " " You shall always do quite as you please at ...
... answer coolly : " Thank you , Mrs. Graves , but I'm boor enough to devote myself entirely to my gun in September . I only fool with the guitar when I can get neither shooting nor hunting . " " You shall always do quite as you please at ...
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... answered glibly : " " Really I see very little of Lord Roydmore and Miss Herries . I try all I can to be kind to the poor motherless girl , who , although she is the Honourable Jane Herries , is a very ignorant little country bumpkin ...
... answered glibly : " " Really I see very little of Lord Roydmore and Miss Herries . I try all I can to be kind to the poor motherless girl , who , although she is the Honourable Jane Herries , is a very ignorant little country bumpkin ...
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... answer them in their own bantering tone , a spasm passes through her heart , she could cry out to them to spare her . " Lor , Lord ! " says old Mary Raynor , a feeble old woman , whose days are numbered and full of mortal pain , and yet ...
... answer them in their own bantering tone , a spasm passes through her heart , she could cry out to them to spare her . " Lor , Lord ! " says old Mary Raynor , a feeble old woman , whose days are numbered and full of mortal pain , and yet ...
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... answered feebly , " I don't want to be amongst them -I don't want to be well . I know their enjoyment is all make- believe ; it is not real happiness . I have lain here so long that I have weaned myself from earthly pleasures ; I have ...
... answered feebly , " I don't want to be amongst them -I don't want to be well . I know their enjoyment is all make- believe ; it is not real happiness . I have lain here so long that I have weaned myself from earthly pleasures ; I have ...
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Page 361 - Happy in this, she is not yet so old But she may learn; happier than this, She is not bred so dull but she can learn ; Happiest of all is, that her gentle spirit Commits itself to yours to be directed, As from her lord, her governor, her king.
Page 366 - TIGER! Tiger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
Page 359 - He led me through his gardens fair Where all his golden pleasures grow. With sweet May dews my wings were wet, And Phoebus fired my vocal rage; He caught me in his silken net, And shut me in his golden cage. He loves to sit and hear me sing, Then, laughing, sports and plays with me; Then stretches out my golden wing, And mocks my loss of liberty.
Page 370 - I am not ashamed, afraid, or averse to tell you what ought to be told — that I am under the direction of messengers from heaven, daily and nightly.
Page 370 - Angels, & tremble at the Tasks set before us; if we refuse to do Spiritual Acts because of Natural Fears or Natural Desires ! Who can describe the dismal torments of such a state ! — I too well remember the Threats I heard ! — "If you, who are organised by Divine Providence for spiritual communion, Refuse, & bury your Talent in the Earth, even tho' you should want Natural Bread, Sorrow & Desperation pursues you thro' life, & after death shame & confusion of face to eternity.
Page 370 - But if we fear to do the dictates of our angels, and tremble at the tasks set before us; if we refuse to do spiritual acts because of natural fears or natural desires; who can describe the dismal torments of such a state! — I too well remember the threats I heard! — 'If you, who are...
Page 311 - Shakespeare knew the human mind and its most minute and intimate workings, and he never introduces a word or a thought in vain or out of place...
Page 366 - What the hammer ? what the chain ? In what furnace was thy brain ? What the anvil ? what dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp ? When the stars threw down their spears, And watered heaven with their tears, Did he smile his work to see ? Did he who made the lamb make thee...