Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volym 118W. Blackwood & Sons, 1875 |
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... Yorke was sitting in his easy- chair , waving a piece of paper in his hand , and calling out , " Don't you wish you were me , my boy ! Here's a start ! " handed the paper to Yorke to read . It ran as follows : - " BRIGADE OFFICE ...
... Yorke was sitting in his easy- chair , waving a piece of paper in his hand , and calling out , " Don't you wish you were me , my boy ! Here's a start ! " handed the paper to Yorke to read . It ran as follows : - " BRIGADE OFFICE ...
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... Yorke , who had risen from his chair and was pacing up and down the veranda ; " but you won't have too much time to ... Yorke's cager , anxious face , " I had forgotten about you all the time . What a selfish chap I am , to be sure ...
... Yorke , who had risen from his chair and was pacing up and down the veranda ; " but you won't have too much time to ... Yorke's cager , anxious face , " I had forgotten about you all the time . What a selfish chap I am , to be sure ...
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... Yorke could accept the in- vitation without any qualms of con- science . He would actually spend a whole day and sleep under the same roof with his beloved . It was like a vision of paradise opening before him . " And so here is the ...
... Yorke could accept the in- vitation without any qualms of con- science . He would actually spend a whole day and sleep under the same roof with his beloved . It was like a vision of paradise opening before him . " And so here is the ...
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... Yorke and the Commissioner following . The dinner was very quiet : the Commissioner was taciturn , accord- ing to his wont ; while Yorke was almost too happy for conversation , nor did the brilliant epigrammatic turns of speech which ...
... Yorke and the Commissioner following . The dinner was very quiet : the Commissioner was taciturn , accord- ing to his wont ; while Yorke was almost too happy for conversation , nor did the brilliant epigrammatic turns of speech which ...
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... Yorke was up with the first grey light of dawn , although not sooner than the Commissioner , who was a regular old Indian as regards early rising ; but it was with a pang of dis- appointment that he found only one riding - horse besides ...
... Yorke was up with the first grey light of dawn , although not sooner than the Commissioner , who was a regular old Indian as regards early rising ; but it was with a pang of dis- appointment that he found only one riding - horse besides ...
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Sida 284 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Sida 353 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night. Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again.
Sida 343 - Hell from beneath is moved for thee to meet thee at thy coming: it stirreth up the dead for thee, even all the chief ones of the earth; it hath raised up from their thrones all the kings of the nations. All they shall speak and say unto thee, Art thou also become weak as we? Art thou become like unto us?
Sida 364 - The beauty of Israel is slain upon thy high places : how are the mighty fallen ! Tell it not in Gath, publish it not in the streets of Askelon ; lest the daughters of the Philistines rejoice, lest the daughters of the uncircumcised triumph.
Sida 676 - But he has done his robberies so openly, that one may see he fears not to be taxed by any law. He invades authors like a monarch ; and what would be theft in other poets, is only victory in him.
Sida 457 - Who bid the stork, Columbus-like, explore Heavens not his own, and worlds unknown before? Who calls the council, states the certain day ? Who forms the phalanx, and who points the way ? III.
Sida 687 - It is the hush of night, and all between Thy margin and the mountains, dusk, yet clear, Mellowed and mingling, yet distinctly seen, Save darken'd Jura, whose capt heights appear Precipitously steep ; and drawing near, There breathes a living fragrance from the shore, Of flowers yet fresh with childhood ; on the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar, Or chirps the grasshopper one good-night carol more...
Sida 284 - Croesus' wealth a straw; For care, I care not what it is; I fear not fortune's fatal law; My mind is such as may not move For beauty bright, or force of love. I wish but what I have at will; I wander not to seek for more; I like the plain, I climb no hill; In greatest storms I sit on shore, And laugh at them that toil in vain To get what must be lost again.
Sida 314 - O, it offends me to the soul, to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings...
Sida 353 - He is made one with Nature. There is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder to the song of night's sweet bird. He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone ; Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own...