Longman's Magazine, Volumen31

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Longmans, Green, 1898

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Página 544 - Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday.
Página 545 - A question not to be asked. Shall the son of England prove a thief and take purses? A question to be asked. There is a thing, Harry, which thou hast often heard of, and it is known to many in our land by the name of pitch. This pitch, as ancient writers do report, doth defile...
Página 376 - Crown 8vo, 2s. 6d. Joyce.— THE ORIGIN AND HISTORY OF IRISH NAMES OF PLACES. By PW JOYCE, LL.D. 2 vols. Crown 8vo, 5s. each. Lang (ANDREW). LETTERS TO DEAD AUTHORS. Fcp. 8vo, 2s. 6d. net. BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. With 2 Coloured Plates and 17 Illustrations. Fcp. 8vo, 2s. 6d. net. OLD FRIENDS. Fcp. 8vo, 2s. 6d. net. LETTERS ON LITERATURE. Fcp. 8vo, 2s. 6d. net. ESSAYS IN LITTLE.
Página 282 - And found'st a bright lady, surpassingly fair, And didst bring her home with thee in love and in charity, To shield her and shelter her from the damp air.
Página 376 - CUSTOM AND MYTH ; Studies of Early Usage and Belief.
Página 30 - Idylls," my thoughts being turned to you : what could I do but be grateful to that surprising genius which has made me so happy? Do you understand that what I mean is all true and that I should break out were you sitting opposite with a pipe in your mouth ? Gold and purple and diamonds, I say, gentlemen and glory and love and honour, and if you haven't given me all these why should I be in such an ardour of gratitude ? But I have had out of that dear book the greatest delight that has ever come to...
Página 118 - Ten, even twenty, guineas a sheet for a review, £2000 or £3000 for a single poem, and £1000 each for two philosophical dissertations,* drew authors from dens where they would otherwise have starved, and made Edinburgh a literary mart, famous with strangers, and the pride of its own citizens.
Página 427 - Again, again that tender part, That I may catch thy melting art; For surely that wad touch her heart Wha kills me wi' disdaining. Say, was thy little mate unkind, And heard thee as the careless wind ? Oh, nocht but love and sorrow join'd, Sic notes o' woe could wauken ! Thou tells o' never-ending care; O' speechless grief, and dark despair : For pity's sake, sweet bird, nae mair ! Or my poor heart is broken.
Página 271 - And he that shuts Love out, in turn shall be Shut out from Love, and on her threshold lie Howling in outer darkness.

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