The English Illustrated Magazine, Band 1Macmillan and Company, 1884 |
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... beautiful picture of The Annunciation . Nor was it only in sacred legend that he found scope for the exercise of an imagination that stamped upon every theme it touched the impress of a profoundly religious spirit . It is sometimes the ...
... beautiful picture of The Annunciation . Nor was it only in sacred legend that he found scope for the exercise of an imagination that stamped upon every theme it touched the impress of a profoundly religious spirit . It is sometimes the ...
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... beautiful pencil drawing that accompanies the finished work , but it has been used to assist and confirm a settled and preconceived idea of poetical beauty . The Lady Lilith , on the contrary , starts from the conception of portraiture ...
... beautiful pencil drawing that accompanies the finished work , but it has been used to assist and confirm a settled and preconceived idea of poetical beauty . The Lady Lilith , on the contrary , starts from the conception of portraiture ...
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... beautiful eyes , which opened eagerly as he pricked his ears and lifted his head at the rattle of the door latch . Then , as two boys came out , he rose , and with a slowly waving tail , and a wistful appealing air came and laid his ...
... beautiful eyes , which opened eagerly as he pricked his ears and lifted his head at the rattle of the door latch . Then , as two boys came out , he rose , and with a slowly waving tail , and a wistful appealing air came and laid his ...
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... beautiful cloister , with flower beds in front of it . Here , on a stone bench , in the sun , clad in a gown furred with rabbit skin , sat a decrepit old man , both his hands clasped over his staff . Into his deaf ears their guide ...
... beautiful cloister , with flower beds in front of it . Here , on a stone bench , in the sun , clad in a gown furred with rabbit skin , sat a decrepit old man , both his hands clasped over his staff . Into his deaf ears their guide ...
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... , Thorney , Stuntney , Coveney , Quaney & c . , indicating that in former times they were dry ground , while the Fen around was flood . These beautiful Fen - isles were the resort of the monks , who seem to have been 72 IN THE FENS .
... , Thorney , Stuntney , Coveney , Quaney & c . , indicating that in former times they were dry ground , while the Fen around was flood . These beautiful Fen - isles were the resort of the monks , who seem to have been 72 IN THE FENS .
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Seite 189 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.
Seite 376 - When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day.
Seite 376 - Thou must be patient; we came crying hither. Thou know'st, the first time that we smell the air, We wawl, and cry: — I will preach to thee; mark me. Glo. Alack, alack the day ! Lear. When we are born, we cry, that we are come To this great stage of fools...
Seite 374 - Too old, by heaven : let still the woman take An elder than herself : so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart : For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are.
Seite 183 - Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young heads against their mothers, And that cannot stop their tears. The young lambs are bleating in the meadows, The young birds are chirping in the nest, The young fawns are playing with the shadows, The young flowers are blowing toward the west — But the young, young children, O my brothers, They are weeping bitterly! They are weeping in the playtime of the others, In the country of the free.
Seite 269 - The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Seite 725 - The waiter took a fever, in which he lay for some time. When he recovered, he said he had a message to deliver to some women from Ford; but he was not to tell what, or to whom. He walked out; he was followed; but somewhere about St. Paul's they lost him. He came back, and said he had delivered the message, and the women exclaimed, 'Then we are all undone!
Seite 214 - Läßt der Türme Flammengipfel, Marmorhäuser, eine Schöpfung Seiner Fülle, hinter sich. Zedernhäuser trägt der Atlas Auf den Riesenschultern: sausend Wehen über seinem Haupte Tausend Flaggen durch die Lüfte, Zeugen seiner Herrlichkeit. Und so trägt er seine Brüder, Seine Schätze, seine Kinder Dem erwartenden Erzeuger Freudebrausend an das Herz.
Seite 381 - For the lips of a strange woman drop as an honeycomb, and her mouth is smoother than oil: but her end is bitter as wormwood, sharp as a two-edged sword. Her feet go down to death; her steps take hold on hell.
Seite 404 - I saw not their execution, but met their quarters, mangled, and cut, and reeking, as they were brought from the gallows in baskets on the hurdle.