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... round , and the Wainewrights were clamorous for an immediate inquest , that there might be no possible room for suspecting foul play . The medical evidence ( Dr. Locock again ) and the coroner's jury ascribed no blame to anyone . There ...
... round , and the Wainewrights were clamorous for an immediate inquest , that there might be no possible room for suspecting foul play . The medical evidence ( Dr. Locock again ) and the coroner's jury ascribed no blame to anyone . There ...
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... round with a defiant stare at our entrance , looking at once mean and fierce , and quite capable of the cowardly murders he had committed , Macready had been horrified to recog- nise a man familiarly known to him in former years , and ...
... round with a defiant stare at our entrance , looking at once mean and fierce , and quite capable of the cowardly murders he had committed , Macready had been horrified to recog- nise a man familiarly known to him in former years , and ...
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... round them , appropinquating more and more with every circle he describes . Wagner . I smell an odd smell hereabouts . Faust . ( carelessly ) . Yes - it comes from that rough tyke yonder ; what a train of sulphur he leaves in his wake ...
... round them , appropinquating more and more with every circle he describes . Wagner . I smell an odd smell hereabouts . Faust . ( carelessly ) . Yes - it comes from that rough tyke yonder ; what a train of sulphur he leaves in his wake ...
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... haired girl , " amorous of mischief , " curled on the daisy - powdered grass , leans on the round knee of her puzzled friend , -her Parmegiano hand shining white in the sun , while , with chin 28 ESSAYS AND CRITICISMS .
... haired girl , " amorous of mischief , " curled on the daisy - powdered grass , leans on the round knee of her puzzled friend , -her Parmegiano hand shining white in the sun , while , with chin 28 ESSAYS AND CRITICISMS .
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... any such " sunny spot of greenery " as the present.— A land of trees , which reaching round about , In shady blessing stretched their old arms out : With spots of sunny opening , and with nooks , 30 ESSAYS AND CRITICISMS .
... any such " sunny spot of greenery " as the present.— A land of trees , which reaching round about , In shady blessing stretched their old arms out : With spots of sunny opening , and with nooks , 30 ESSAYS AND CRITICISMS .
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Essays and Criticisms Thomas Griffiths Wainewright,William Carew Hazlitt Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1880 |
Essays and Criticisms Thomas Griffiths Wainewright,William Carew Hazlitt Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1880 |
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Sida 158 - Tasting of Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Sida 175 - And now, my love, my seraph fair, awake! Thou art my heaven, and I thine eremite: Open thine eyes, for meek St Agnes' sake, Or I shall drowse beside thee, so my soul doth ache.
Sida 175 - The blisses of her dream so pure and deep At which fair Madeline began to weep, And moan forth witless words with many a sigh; While still her gaze on Porphyro would keep; Who knelt, with joined hands and piteous eye, Fearing to move or speak, she look'd so dreamingly. xxxv "Ah, Porphyro!
Sida 229 - Should God create another Eve, and I Another rib afford, yet loss of thee Would never from my heart ; no, no, I feel The link of nature draw me ; flesh of flesh, Bone of my bone thou art, and from thy state Mine never shall be parted, bliss or woe.
Sida 328 - He was too much of the boyman. The toga virilis never sate gracefully on his shoulders. The impressions of infancy had burnt into him, and he resented the impertinence of manhood.
Sida 175 - twas a midnight charm Impossible to melt as iced stream : The lustrous salvers in the moonlight gleam ; Broad golden fringe upon the carpet lies : It...
Sida 325 - If it be egotism to imply and twine with his own identity the griefs and affections of another — making himself many, or reducing many unto himself — then is the skilful novelist, who all along brings in his hero or heroine, speaking of themselves, the greatest egotist of all ; who yet has never, therefore, been accused of that narrowness.
Sida 209 - And cheaply circulates, thro' distant climes, The fairest relics of the purest times. Here from the mould to conscious being start Those finer forms, the miracles of art ; Here chosen gems, imprest on sulphur, shine, That slept for ages in a second mine ; And here the faithful graver dares to trace A MICHAEL'S grandeur, and a RAPHAEL'S grace ! Thy gallery, Florence, gilds my humble walls, And my low roof the Vatican recalls...
Sida 115 - Nor be so civil as to prove unjust. Fear not the anger of the wise to raise : Those best can bear reproof, who merit praise.
Sida 175 - but even now Thy voice was at sweet tremble in mine ear, Made tuneable with every sweetest vow ; And those sad eyes were spiritual and clear : How changed thou art ! how pallid, chill, and drear ! Give me that voice again, my Porphyro, Those looks immortal, those complainings dear ! Oh leave me not in this eternal woe, For if thou diest, my Love, I know not where to go.