Belgravia: A London Magazine, Volume 77Chatto and Windus, 1892 |
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... spoke about taking tickets to go north by the night mail ; " and I won't put my foot in London until papa has a house fit to receive me in , and the days of mourning for grand- papa is over . We'll go to Paris . " " But , my darling ...
... spoke about taking tickets to go north by the night mail ; " and I won't put my foot in London until papa has a house fit to receive me in , and the days of mourning for grand- papa is over . We'll go to Paris . " " But , my darling ...
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... 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 come without her husband I won't have her . By the way , you may as well let her ...
... 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 come without her husband I won't have her . By the way , you may as well let her ...
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... spoke deprecatingly . Mrs. Collette's name had rolled off his tongue before he had calculated the consequences of mentioning her again , but Jane was mercifully indifferent to that lady's interference on her ( Jane's ) own account . It ...
... spoke deprecatingly . Mrs. Collette's name had rolled off his tongue before he had calculated the consequences of mentioning her again , but Jane was mercifully indifferent to that lady's interference on her ( Jane's ) own account . It ...
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... spoke , and Helen thanked him with tears in her pretty , be- witching eyes . But she had not the faintest intention of taking her " little holiday " with the Wyndhams for all that . By - and - by , after sipping some tea which Helen ...
... spoke , and Helen thanked him with tears in her pretty , be- witching eyes . But she had not the faintest intention of taking her " little holiday " with the Wyndhams for all that . By - and - by , after sipping some tea which Helen ...
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... spoke fluently in English , Senhor in French . In conversation Senhora expressed great anxiety about their future , fearing a revolution in Rio . Poor Senhora , how quickly her fears were realised ! And now , when I think of the many ...
... spoke fluently in English , Senhor in French . In conversation Senhora expressed great anxiety about their future , fearing a revolution in Rio . Poor Senhora , how quickly her fears were realised ! And now , when I think of the many ...
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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...