The Cornhill MagazineWilliam Makepeace Thackeray Smith, Elder and Company, 1904 |
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... morning pleading his duties at the school as a reason for breaking his engagement . But he was young , and as he looked down the steep slope of rock on which the village is perched , anticipation again got the better of fear . He began ...
... morning pleading his duties at the school as a reason for breaking his engagement . But he was young , and as he looked down the steep slope of rock on which the village is perched , anticipation again got the better of fear . He began ...
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... morning , and the schoolmaster returned to his house filled with apprehensions . The apprehensions , however , were not justified . The little schoolmaster was so shy , so timid , that Pamela was disarmed . She could be gentle when she ...
... morning , and the schoolmaster returned to his house filled with apprehensions . The apprehensions , however , were not justified . The little schoolmaster was so shy , so timid , that Pamela was disarmed . She could be gentle when she ...
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... morning for a long ride on some station business . The air would be still and delicious , fresh and exhilarating to a degree hardly to be understood ; the sun brilliant and just sufficiently warming . All would go well for four or five ...
... morning for a long ride on some station business . The air would be still and delicious , fresh and exhilarating to a degree hardly to be understood ; the sun brilliant and just sufficiently warming . All would go well for four or five ...
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... morning and the strange rest- lessness which seemed to extend to the sheep , for they must have felt the coming trouble long before we thought of calamity . The weather during the last week of July had been quite beautiful , our regular ...
... morning and the strange rest- lessness which seemed to extend to the sheep , for they must have felt the coming trouble long before we thought of calamity . The weather during the last week of July had been quite beautiful , our regular ...
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... morning , but it was disagreeable to find there was very little mutton in the house , and that it was quite likely the shepherd would wait for the weather to clear before starting across the hills and swamps between us and the little ...
... morning , but it was disagreeable to find there was very little mutton in the house , and that it was quite likely the shepherd would wait for the weather to clear before starting across the hills and swamps between us and the little ...
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Page 210 - Wherefore I praised the dead which are already dead more than the living which are yet alive. Yea, better is he than both they, which hath not yet been, who hath not seen the evil work that is done under the sun.
Page 340 - GOD bless the king, I mean the faith's defender; God bless — no harm in blessing — the pretender; But who pretender is, or who is king, God bless us all — that's quite another thing.
Page 210 - For the living know that they shall die: but the dead know not any thing, neither have they any more a reward ; for the memory of them is forgotten. Also their love, and their hatred, and their envy, is now perished ; neither have they any more a portion for ever in any thing that is done under the sun.
Page 599 - ... and while I stood gazing, both the children gradually grew fainter to my view, receding, and still receding, till nothing at last but two mournful features were seen in the uttermost distance, which, without speech, strangely impressed upon me the effects of speech: " We are not of Alice, nor of thee, nor are we children at all. The children of Alice call Bartrum father. We are nothing; less than nothing, and dreams. We are only what might have been, and must wait upon the tedious shores of Lethe...
Page 603 - Or aught unseemly. I remember well Her reverend image ; I remember, too, With what a zeal she served her master's house ; And how the prattling tongue of garrulous age Delighted to recount the oft-told tale Or anecdote domestic.
Page 209 - All the rivers run into the sea; yet the sea is not full; unto the place from whence the rivers come, thither they return again.
Page 597 - He was my friend and my father's friend all the life I can remember. I seem to have made foolish friendships ever since. Those are friendships which outlive a second generation. Old as I am waxing, in his eyes I was still the child he first knew me. To the last he called me Charley. I have none to call me Charley now.
Page 599 - Then I told how for seven long years, in hope sometimes, sometimes in despair, yet persisting ever, I courted the fair Alice W n ; and, as much as children could understand, I explained to them what coyness, and difficulty, and denial meant in maidens — when suddenly, turning to Alice, the soul of the first Alice looked out at her eyes with such a reality of representment, that I became in doubt which of them stood there...
Page 369 - Much have I seen and known; cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments, Myself not least, but honour'd of them all; And drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move.
Page 202 - Canst thou lift up thy voice to the clouds, That abundance of waters may cover thee? Canst thou send lightnings, that they may go, And say unto thee, Here we are?