The Cornhill MagazineWilliam Makepeace Thackeray Smith, Elder and Company, 1904 |
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... week he was to spend an hour at the Villa Pontignard . ' Well , I hope the plan will succeed , ' said Mrs. Mardale , but she spoke in a voice which showed that she had no great hopes of success . And as M. Giraud replied that he would ...
... week he was to spend an hour at the Villa Pontignard . ' Well , I hope the plan will succeed , ' said Mrs. Mardale , but she spoke in a voice which showed that she had no great hopes of success . And as M. Giraud replied that he would ...
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... week's time , and after lunch Pamela and he went out into the garden . Instinctively they walked down to that corner on the point of the bluff which overhung the ravine and the white torrent amongst the oleanders in its depths . They ...
... week's time , and after lunch Pamela and he went out into the garden . Instinctively they walked down to that corner on the point of the bluff which overhung the ravine and the white torrent amongst the oleanders in its depths . They ...
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... week of June . There were letters waiting for him in his rooms and amongst them a card from Lady Millingham inviting him to a dance upon that night . At eleven o'clock his coupé turned out of Piccadilly and entered Berkeley Square . At ...
... week of June . There were letters waiting for him in his rooms and amongst them a card from Lady Millingham inviting him to a dance upon that night . At eleven o'clock his coupé turned out of Piccadilly and entered Berkeley Square . At ...
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... week of wet weather , which , however , was always regarded by the sheep - farmer as excellent for filling up the creeks , making the grass grow , and being everything that was natural and desirable . When it did not rain , the winter ...
... week of wet weather , which , however , was always regarded by the sheep - farmer as excellent for filling up the creeks , making the grass grow , and being everything that was natural and desirable . When it did not rain , the winter ...
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... week of July had been quite beautiful , our regular winter weather , and we had taken advantage of it to send the dray down to Christchurch for supplies . My store - room was all but empty , and the tea - chest , flour and sugar bags ...
... week of July had been quite beautiful , our regular winter weather , and we had taken advantage of it to send the dray down to Christchurch for supplies . My store - room was all but empty , and the tea - chest , flour and sugar bags ...
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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?