Murray's Magazine, Volume 7John Murray, 1890 - English literature |
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... heard very much of the triumphant pæan which good Mrs. Beaumont proceeded to sing . Not until late that night could she make up her mind to confide to Laura that she also was about to become a bride , and the warmth with which she was ...
... heard very much of the triumphant pæan which good Mrs. Beaumont proceeded to sing . Not until late that night could she make up her mind to confide to Laura that she also was about to become a bride , and the warmth with which she was ...
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... heard of any one who knew , and I suspect it would be a tremendous labour to find out . But my deep conviction is that fortification and its concomitants are the chief reasons why we can only produce an insignificant army for ...
... heard of any one who knew , and I suspect it would be a tremendous labour to find out . But my deep conviction is that fortification and its concomitants are the chief reasons why we can only produce an insignificant army for ...
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... heard of Clara Schumann I had formed a picture of her in my mind very different from the reality . She was of middle height , rather stout , with a pale face and aquiline I was charmed by her deep blue eyes , full of expression , and ...
... heard of Clara Schumann I had formed a picture of her in my mind very different from the reality . She was of middle height , rather stout , with a pale face and aquiline I was charmed by her deep blue eyes , full of expression , and ...
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... heard that the public were satisfied with her pupil . These words made my heart beat fast , for I knew the reserve of an English audience , and I felt how difficult Natalie's position would be in having to take the place of an artist ...
... heard that the public were satisfied with her pupil . These words made my heart beat fast , for I knew the reserve of an English audience , and I felt how difficult Natalie's position would be in having to take the place of an artist ...
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... heard ; as was the custom at State Concerts , they remained apart , and did not mix at all with the guests . These parties usually begin after the theatres , late at night . The following day is lost to work ; but the musicians profit ...
... heard ; as was the custom at State Concerts , they remained apart , and did not mix at all with the guests . These parties usually begin after the theatres , late at night . The following day is lost to work ; but the musicians profit ...
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Page 210 - Is not a patron, my Lord, one who looks with unconcern on a man struggling for life in the water," and when he has reached ground, encumbers him with help ? The notice which you have been pleased to take of my labours, had it been early, had been kind ; but it has been delayed till I am indifferent, and cannot enjoy it ; till I am solitary, and cannot impart it ; till I am known, and do not want it.
Page 209 - Seven years, My Lord, have now passed since I waited in your outward rooms or was repulsed from your door, during which time I have been pushing on my work through difficulties of which it is useless to complain, and have brought it at last to the verge of publication without one act of assistance, one word of encouragement, or one smile of favour.
Page 820 - Oh, to be in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brush-wood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough In England — now...
Page 660 - Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new ; That which they have done but earnest of the things that they shall do...
Page 308 - Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report ; if there be any virtue, if there be any praise, think on these things.
Page 300 - ... of equalling with them any other of their contemporaries; — either Coleridge, poet and philosopher wrecked in a mist of opium; or Shelley, beautiful and ineffectual angel, beating in the void his luminous wings in vain. Wordsworth and Byron stand out by themselves. When the year 1900 is turned, and our nation comes to recount her poetic glories in the century which has then just ended, the first names with her will be these.
Page 208 - ... nothing will supply the want of prudence; and that negligence and irregularity, long continued, will make knowledge useless, wit ridiculous, and genius contemptible.
Page 291 - Who could resist the charm of that spiritual apparition, gliding in the dim afternoon light through the aisles of St. Mary's, rising into the pulpit, and then, in the most entrancing of voices, breaking the silence with words and thoughts which were a religious music, - subtle, sweet, mournful?
Page 305 - Far, far from here, The Adriatic breaks in a warm bay Among the green Illyrian hills ; and there The sunshine in the happy glens is fair, And by the sea, and in the brakes. The grass is cool, the sea-side air Buoyant and fresh, the mountain flowers More virginal and sweet than ours.
Page 284 - One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, Sleep to wake.