Belgravia: A London Magazine, Volume 77Chatto and Windus, 1892 |
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... beautiful in its strength , trust and intensity . There were moments when her coldness made his heart feel chilled , but they were brief , for he was always prompt with the explanation to himself , that this was only the sweet modesty ...
... beautiful in its strength , trust and intensity . There were moments when her coldness made his heart feel chilled , but they were brief , for he was always prompt with the explanation to himself , that this was only the sweet modesty ...
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... beautiful woman to whom he had taken one of those instinctive dislikes , which no amount of flattering courtesy from the disliked one can abolish . " She's not half good enough for poor old Geof , " the fine , keen - eyed soldier ...
... beautiful woman to whom he had taken one of those instinctive dislikes , which no amount of flattering courtesy from the disliked one can abolish . " She's not half good enough for poor old Geof , " the fine , keen - eyed soldier ...
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... beautiful . No amount of shabbiness and untidiness had marred the loveliness of those starry , violet eyes that were encircled so becomingly by thick , long , dark lashes . But even her eyes had gained a new expression in the course of ...
... beautiful . No amount of shabbiness and untidiness had marred the loveliness of those starry , violet eyes that were encircled so becomingly by thick , long , dark lashes . But even her eyes had gained a new expression in the course of ...
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... beautiful as an houri . It had been the dream of her life to become Lady Roydmore , and if Lord Roydmore had come to her in the guise of a satyr , she would have accepted him . As it was , she only nursed a feeling for him that made ...
... beautiful as an houri . It had been the dream of her life to become Lady Roydmore , and if Lord Roydmore had come to her in the guise of a satyr , she would have accepted him . As it was , she only nursed a feeling for him that made ...
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... beautiful grounds , looked with admiration at the " airy " statue of " Vasco de Gama , " perched on the very pinnacle of a rock , a veritable " monarch of all he surveyed . " Saw also the lovely gardens of the " Visconté de Montserrat ...
... beautiful grounds , looked with admiration at the " airy " statue of " Vasco de Gama , " perched on the very pinnacle of a rock , a veritable " monarch of all he surveyed . " Saw also the lovely gardens of the " Visconté de Montserrat ...
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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...