The Cornhill Magazine, Volume 27

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William Makepeace Thackeray
Smith, Elder., 1873

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Página 461 - Let me not burst in ignorance ! but tell, Why thy canonized bones, hearsed in death, Have burst their cerements ! why the sepulchre. Wherein we saw thee quietly in-urn'd. Hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws, To cast thee up again...
Página 39 - And honour not his father or his mother, he shall be free. Thus have ye made the commandment of God of none effect by your tradition.
Página 669 - After these two noble fruits of friendship, (peace in the affections, and support of the judgment,) followeth the last fruit ; which is like the pomegranate, full of many kernels ; I mean aid and bearing a part in all actions and occasions. Here the best way to represent to life the manifold use of friendship, is to cast and see how many things there are which a man cannot do himself; and then it will appear that it was a sparing speech of the ancients, to say, that a friend is another himself; for...
Página 456 - Descend, and touch, and enter; hear The wish too strong for words to name ; That in this blindness of the frame My Ghost may feel that thine is near.
Página 455 - Gorgons, and Hydras, and Chimaeras - dire stories of Celaeno and the Harpies may reproduce themselves in the brain of superstition - but they were there before. They are transcripts, types - the archetypes are in us, and eternal.
Página 663 - Oh that I had the wings of a dove, that I might flee away and be at rest;" for I felt that there could be no rest for me in the midst of such outrages and pollutions.
Página 637 - Have been content to let occasion die, Whilst they did sleep in love's elysium. And, truly, I would rather be struck dumb, Than speak against this ardent listlessness: For I have ever thought that it might bless The world with benefits unknowingly...
Página 461 - Hath op'd his ponderous and marble jaws To cast thee up again. What may this mean, That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel Revisits thus the glimpses of the moon...
Página 35 - He weren't no saint, — but at jedgment I'd run my chance with Jim, 'Longside of some pious gentlemen That wouldn't shook hands with him. He seen his duty, a dead-sure thing, — And went for it thar and then ; And Christ ain'ta going to be too hard On a man that died for men. JOHN HAY LITTLE BREECHES I DON'T go much on religion, I never ain't had no show ; But I've got a middlin...
Página 617 - THIS is a spray the Bird clung to, Making it blossom with pleasure, Ere the high tree-top she sprung to, Fit for her nest and her treasure. Oh, what a hope beyond measure Was the poor spray's, which the flying feet hung to,So to be singled out, built in, and sung to ! n.

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