The Cornhill Magazine, Volume 11; Volume 58William Makepeace Thackeray Smith, Elder., 1888 - Electronic journals |
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Page 270 - I thought of times when Pain might be thy guest, Lord of thy house and hospitality; And Grief, uneasy lover! never rest But when she sate within the touch of thee.
Page 399 - Of hardship, skill or courage, joy or fear; Which, like a book, preserved the memory Of the dumb animals, whom he had saved, Had fed or sheltered, linking to such acts The certainty of honourable gain; Those fields, those hills — what could they less?
Page 494 - The silence that is in the starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills. In him the savage virtue of the race, Revenge, and all ferocious thoughts were dead Nor did he change ; but kept in lofty place The wisdom which adversity had bred. Glad were the vales, and every cottage hearth ; The shepherd lord was honoured more and more ; And, ages after he was laid in earth, "The good Lord Clifford
Page 267 - IN these fair vales hath many a Tree At Wordsworth's suit been spared And from the builder's hand this Stone For some rude beauty of its own, Was rescued by the Bard. So let it rest ; and time will come When here the tender-hearted May heave a gentle sigh for him, As one of the departed.
Page 268 - The spot was made by Nature for herself; The travellers know it not, and 'twill remain Unknown to them ; but it is beautiful ; And if a man should plant his cottage near, Should sleep beneath the shelter of its trees, And blend its waters with his daily meal, He would so love it, that in his death-hour Its image would survive among his thoughts : And therefore, my sweet MARY, this still Nook, With all its beeches, we have named from You!.
Page 4 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder in the dir'st degree; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty, guilty!
Page 400 - Not a single red tile, no flaring gentleman's house or garden walls, break in upon the repose of this little unsuspected paradise ; but all is peace, rusticity, and happy poverty in its neatest and most becoming attire.
Page 261 - ... scanty Stream is brought Oftener than Ganges or the Nile ; a thought Of private recollection sweet and still ! Months perish with their moons ; year treads on year; But, faithful Emma ! thou with me canst say That, while ten thousand pleasures disappear, And flies their memory fast almost as they ; The immortal Spirit of one happy day Lingers beside that Rill, in vision clear.
Page 397 - ... power ? Others will teach us how to dare, And against fear our breast to steel ; Others will strengthen us to bear — But who, ah ! who, will make us feel ? The cloud of mortal destiny, Others will front it fearlessly — But who, like him, will put it by ? Keep fresh the grass upon his grave, O Rotha, with thy living wave ! Sing him thy best ! for few or none Hears thy voice right, now he is gone.
Page 391 - I SAW an aged Beggar in my walk; And he was seated, by the highway side, On a low structure of rude masonry Built at the foot of a huge hill, that they Who lead their horses down the steep rough road May thence remount at ease. The aged Man Had placed his staff across the broad smooth stone That overlays the pile; and, from a bag All white with flour, the dole of village dames, He drew his scraps and fragments, one by one...