Hood's Magazine, Volume 9H. Hurst, 1848 - English fiction |
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... laugh of the worldling . It is but a tale - a story - a novel - a romance - a fiction ! And yet , the realities are around us . We do not hear with our own ears - nor see with our own eyes - nor think with our own thoughts - nor feel ...
... laugh of the worldling . It is but a tale - a story - a novel - a romance - a fiction ! And yet , the realities are around us . We do not hear with our own ears - nor see with our own eyes - nor think with our own thoughts - nor feel ...
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... drop , and the tender sigh steals forth , not less in melody than her laugh of gladness - whether she be engaged in the merry war of words with Orlando , assuming the pert- ness of the wayward youth , to cloak her affection 14.
... drop , and the tender sigh steals forth , not less in melody than her laugh of gladness - whether she be engaged in the merry war of words with Orlando , assuming the pert- ness of the wayward youth , to cloak her affection 14.
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... laughs at reasons , but we think he would almost laugh at thee , sweet , did he hear the account for thy loving the son by , The Duke my father loved his father dearly ! But alas ! this world is very full of briars , which , though they ...
... laughs at reasons , but we think he would almost laugh at thee , sweet , did he hear the account for thy loving the son by , The Duke my father loved his father dearly ! But alas ! this world is very full of briars , which , though they ...
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... laughing delays , thee now , with Good , my complexion ! dost thou think , though I am caparisoned like a man , I have a doublet and hose in my disposition ? One inch more delay , is a South - sea - off discovery . Ipr'ythee , tell me ...
... laughing delays , thee now , with Good , my complexion ! dost thou think , though I am caparisoned like a man , I have a doublet and hose in my disposition ? One inch more delay , is a South - sea - off discovery . Ipr'ythee , tell me ...
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... laughter , their strange merriment , and grotesque gestures , are all the mere travestie of our own actual being : they have no feelings in common with us , and everything is inverted to their eyes . Madness and death are the phantasms ...
... laughter , their strange merriment , and grotesque gestures , are all the mere travestie of our own actual being : they have no feelings in common with us , and everything is inverted to their eyes . Madness and death are the phantasms ...
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Page 120 - Why, what should be the fear ? I do not set my life at a pin's fee ; And for my soul, what can it do to that, Being a thing immortal as itself ? It waves me forth again : I'll follow it.
Page 496 - Could I embody and unbosom now That which is most within me — could I wreak My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings, strong or weak, All that I would have sought, and all I seek, Bear, know, feel, and yet breathe — into one word, And that one word were Lightning, I would speak ; But as it is, I live and die unheard, With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword.
Page 521 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale : look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east: Night's candles are burnt out...
Page 533 - As we dance the dew doth fall ; Trip it, little urchins all, Lightly as the little bee, Two by two, and three by three, And about go we, and about go we.2 Jo.
Page 530 - Endimion, always solitary? no company but your own thoughts? no friend but melancholy fancies? End. You know (fair Tellus) that the sweet remembrance of your love is the only companion of my life, and thy presence my paradise : so that I am not alone when nobody is with me, and in heaven itself when thou art with me.
Page 320 - Despoiled straight his breast, and all we might, Wiped in vain with napkins next at hand, The sudden streams of blood that flushed fast Out of the gaping wound. O what a look...
Page 531 - Thy name I do remember by the sound, but thy favour I do not yet call to mind : only divine Cynthia, to whom time, fortune, death, and destiny are subject, I see and remember; and in all humility, I regard and reverence.
Page 318 - Our liking must be deemed to proceed Of rightful reason, and of heedful care, Not for ourselves, but for the common state, Sith our own state doth need no better change. I think in all as erst your grace hath said: First, when you shall unload your aged mind...
Page 36 - ... not a positive rule, it was at least a practice hardly ever departed from, to make them all lovers ; — a practice, the too slavish adherence to which introduced feebleness and absurdity into some of the finest works of Metastasio. The principal male and female singers were, each of them, to have airs of all the different kinds.
Page 531 - Ah! sweet Eumenides, I now perceive thou art he, and that myself have the name of Endymion ; but that this should be my body, I doubt : for how could my curled locks be turned to gray hair, and my strong body to a dying weakness, having waxed old, and not knowing it?