The Dublin University Magazine: A Literary and Political Journal, Svazek 67,Svazek 69W. Curry, jun., and Company, 1866 |
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... play of life , as fresh now as they were at breakfast time , as eager now to work out their earthly salvation as at the inspiring hours of morning , still sent forth the merry peal of appreciation , and by an amazing assiduity were ...
... play of life , as fresh now as they were at breakfast time , as eager now to work out their earthly salvation as at the inspiring hours of morning , still sent forth the merry peal of appreciation , and by an amazing assiduity were ...
Strana 53
... play . The four Chester girls ' ideas of this ticklish relationship were much what I have been writing down . All their lives they had been in the habit of being kissed , ad lib . by about half a hundred male cousins - soldiers ...
... play . The four Chester girls ' ideas of this ticklish relationship were much what I have been writing down . All their lives they had been in the habit of being kissed , ad lib . by about half a hundred male cousins - soldiers ...
Strana 79
... play their imaginative skill , in the variety of elaborate designs and em- blematic devices which they work out by the admixture of atoms of pine , orange , walnut , til , box , cypress , and chesnut trees ; while others of the foreign ...
... play their imaginative skill , in the variety of elaborate designs and em- blematic devices which they work out by the admixture of atoms of pine , orange , walnut , til , box , cypress , and chesnut trees ; while others of the foreign ...
Strana 86
... play dedicated to himself . Garrick himself wrote prologue and epilogue , the last of which , in the shape of a fable , ended with rather an awkward suggestive- ness as to the author of the play- " But here no artifice can hide the ass ...
... play dedicated to himself . Garrick himself wrote prologue and epilogue , the last of which , in the shape of a fable , ended with rather an awkward suggestive- ness as to the author of the play- " But here no artifice can hide the ass ...
Strana 88
... play- ing at any other house except on the terms of dividing profits with his fellow manager . By thus putting more ... plays , & c .; Lacy looking after the theatre , scenes , wardrobe , and expenses . And through all their long ...
... play- ing at any other house except on the terms of dividing profits with his fellow manager . By thus putting more ... plays , & c .; Lacy looking after the theatre , scenes , wardrobe , and expenses . And through all their long ...
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Strana 514 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
Strana 444 - True, I talk of dreams; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
Strana 299 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Strana 96 - But doth not the appetite alter? A man loves the meat in his youth, that he cannot endure in his age: Shall quips, and sentences, and these paper bullets of the brain, awe a man from the career of his humour? No: The world must be peopled. When I said, I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.— Here comes Beatrice : By this day, she's a fair lady : I do spy some marks of love in her.
Strana 459 - Our life is two-fold : Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence : Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality. And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy...
Strana 185 - MILTON ! thou shouldst be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Strana 168 - All the earth doth worship thee, the Father everlasting. To thee all Angels cry aloud, the Heavens and all the Powers therein. To thee Cherubim and Seraphim continually do cry: Holy, holy, holy, Lord God of Sabaoth; Heaven and earth are full of the majesty of thy glory.
Strana 58 - How happy could I be with either, Were t'other dear Charmer away!
Strana 34 - Howbeit Jesus suffered him not, but saith unto him, Go home to thy friends, and tell them how great things the Lord hath done for thee, and hath had compassion on thee.
Strana 299 - A light is past from the revolving year, And man, and woman; and what still is dear Attracts to crush, repels to make thee wither. The soft sky smiles, — the low wind whispers near: 'Tis Adonais calls! oh, hasten thither, No more let Life divide what Death can join together.