Belgravia: A London Magazine, Volume 77Chatto and Windus, 1892 |
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... head . Are you going to condole with and congratulate papa ? " Jane would give every small possession she has in the world to avoid this ceremony , but her sister's sway over her is absolute . " I hardly know what to say to papa ...
... head . Are you going to condole with and congratulate papa ? " Jane would give every small possession she has in the world to avoid this ceremony , but her sister's sway over her is absolute . " I hardly know what to say to papa ...
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... head to Jane that he is ready for his coffee , and as she sugars and creams it to the requisite point of rich- ness , says : " Jane is a different matter now . She will join me in town directly after the funeral , and I shall expect to ...
... head to Jane that he is ready for his coffee , and as she sugars and creams it to the requisite point of rich- ness , says : " Jane is a different matter now . She will join me in town directly after the funeral , and I shall expect to ...
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... head an impatient toss as she puts in : " It is easy to be ' good - hearted ' when you are going to have everything that heart can desire . Oh ! I hear Geoffrey ; why on earth couldn't he have left us in peace for to - day ? " The next ...
... head an impatient toss as she puts in : " It is easy to be ' good - hearted ' when you are going to have everything that heart can desire . Oh ! I hear Geoffrey ; why on earth couldn't he have left us in peace for to - day ? " The next ...
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... head only two - score years had rolled . Jane felt as proud of her rejuvenated papa as he was of his exquisitely developing daughter , and the pair gave themselves a happy time together - without too much of Florence . For it was a fact ...
... head only two - score years had rolled . Jane felt as proud of her rejuvenated papa as he was of his exquisitely developing daughter , and the pair gave themselves a happy time together - without too much of Florence . For it was a fact ...
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... head like a young war - horse , and almost stamped defiantly at her father as she spoke . " I can't combat your suppositions , my dear , but I know this : I hear many things about Florence that I don't quite like , and if she wants to ...
... head like a young war - horse , and almost stamped defiantly at her father as she spoke . " I can't combat your suppositions , my dear , but I know this : I hear many things about Florence that I don't quite like , and if she wants to ...
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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...