The New Review, Volume 17Longmans, Green, 1897 |
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Página 137
... Ough ! I will take him into my watch , I think . " The second mate , a fair , gentle- manly young fellow , with a ... Ough ! . . . . I get the nigger , and will take that . . . . Ough ! that cheeky costermonger chap in a black frock ...
... Ough ! I will take him into my watch , I think . " The second mate , a fair , gentle- manly young fellow , with a ... Ough ! . . . . I get the nigger , and will take that . . . . Ough ! that cheeky costermonger chap in a black frock ...
Página 138
... Ough ! .... You , Knowles Call all hands at four . I want .. Ough ! • • • • to heave short before the tug comes . Look out for the captain . I am going to lay down in my clothes . Ough ! . . . . Call me when you see the boat coming ...
... Ough ! .... You , Knowles Call all hands at four . I want .. Ough ! • • • • to heave short before the tug comes . Look out for the captain . I am going to lay down in my clothes . Ough ! . . . . Call me when you see the boat coming ...
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... who incline to trace the beginning of civilisation , in Egypt on the one hand and in China on the other , to that wondrous nation which dwelt in Chaldea . FREDERICK BOYLE . R THE GATE - KEEPER OUGH gown , stuff gown THE DECLINE OF WOMAN ...
... who incline to trace the beginning of civilisation , in Egypt on the one hand and in China on the other , to that wondrous nation which dwelt in Chaldea . FREDERICK BOYLE . R THE GATE - KEEPER OUGH gown , stuff gown THE DECLINE OF WOMAN ...
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R THE GATE - KEEPER OUGH gown , stuff gown , my love hath noble raiment , Silk robes and scarlet robes , pearls of great price : If a man kiss her hand , Death is his payment- " Nay , but I keep the gates of Paradise . " Brown hand ...
R THE GATE - KEEPER OUGH gown , stuff gown , my love hath noble raiment , Silk robes and scarlet robes , pearls of great price : If a man kiss her hand , Death is his payment- " Nay , but I keep the gates of Paradise . " Brown hand ...
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... Ough ! " grunted Mr. Baker . " What's the matter with your hind legs ? " He stopped dead short . He gazed slowly with eyes that bulged out , with an expression audacious and sad . " It isn't my legs , " he said , " it's my lungs ...
... Ough ! " grunted Mr. Baker . " What's the matter with your hind legs ? " He stopped dead short . He gazed slowly with eyes that bulged out , with an expression audacious and sad . " It isn't my legs , " he said , " it's my lungs ...
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Página 143 - The passage had begun, and the ship, a fragment detached from the earth, went on lonely and swift like a small planet. Round her the abysses of sky and sea met in an unattainable frontier. A great circular solitude moved with her, ever changing and ever the same, always monotonous and always imposing.
Página 539 - Indian looking, clothes cynically loose, free-and-easy, smokes infinite tobacco. His voice is musical, metallic, fit for loud laughter and piercing wail, and all that may lie between ; speech and speculation free and plenteous ; I do not meet in these late decades such company over a pipe...
Página 631 - Who coverest thyself with light as with a garment: who stretchest out the heavens like a curtain : Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters : who maketh the clouds his chariot ; who walketh upon the wings of the wind...
Página 716 - But self-government, in my opinion, when it was conceded, ought to have been conceded as part of a great policy of imperial consolidation. It, ought to have been accompanied by an imperial tariff, by securities for the people of England for the enjoyment of the unappropriated lands which belonged to the sovereign as their trustee, and by a military code...
Página 125 - MR. BAKER, chief mate of the ship Narcissus, stepped in one stride out of his lighted cabin into the darkness of the quarter-deck. Above his head, on the break of the poop, the night-watchman rang a double stroke. It was nine o'clock. Mr. Baker, speaking up to the man above him, asked: — "Are all the hands aboard, Knowles?
Página 627 - ... languidly as to what the fellow may be at. We watch the movements of his body, the waving of his arms, we see him bend down, stand up, hesitate, begin again. It may add to the charm of an idle hour to be told the purpose of his exertions. If we know he is trying to lift a stone, to dig a ditch, to uproot a stump, we look with a more real interest at his efforts; we are disposed to condone the jar of his agitation upon the restfulness of the landscape; and even, if in a brotherly frame of mind,...
Página 540 - I must however say, further, that I felt what Charles Lamb describes, a sense of depression at times from the overshadowing of a so much more lofty intellect than my own...
Página 372 - They must without pause justify their life to the •eternal pity that commands toil to be hard and unceasing, from sunrise .to sunset, from sunset to sunrise: till the weary succession of nights and days tainted by the obstinate...
Página 543 - I do not rate him highly, I could do better myself." Next morning my father received this apology : MY DEAR ALFRED, I woke at 2 o'clock, and in a sort of terror at a certain speech I had made about Catullus. When I have dined, sometimes I believe myself to be equal to the greatest painters and poets. That delusion goes off; and then I know what a small fiddle mine is and what small tunes I play upon it.