The King's College Magazine, Volume 2Houlston and Hughes, 1842 - English literature |
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... cried he ; " she is here ! After all , my charmer is in the house ! O Cicely ! who ever was so faithful as thou ! My charmer ! my charmer ! If thou art thus as a servant , what wilt thou be as a wife ? " The thought of matrimony and ...
... cried he ; " she is here ! After all , my charmer is in the house ! O Cicely ! who ever was so faithful as thou ! My charmer ! my charmer ! If thou art thus as a servant , what wilt thou be as a wife ? " The thought of matrimony and ...
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... cries of Kate urged him to persevere , until , at length , the lock gave way , and the door flew violently open . The terror - stricken figure of Spenton , with a hand upon Kate Westrill's arm , stood for a moment before him ; the next ...
... cries of Kate urged him to persevere , until , at length , the lock gave way , and the door flew violently open . The terror - stricken figure of Spenton , with a hand upon Kate Westrill's arm , stood for a moment before him ; the next ...
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... cried he , " when shall we be wedded ? Speak , O my charmer . " " Not , " replied Cicely , " until Mistress Kate's marriage release me from the duty of attending her . " " Thou and Kate then , " said Willie , " ye pair of charmers ...
... cried he , " when shall we be wedded ? Speak , O my charmer . " " Not , " replied Cicely , " until Mistress Kate's marriage release me from the duty of attending her . " " Thou and Kate then , " said Willie , " ye pair of charmers ...
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... cried he , " attendant imps of a human devil , ye lead me not astray ! " Having thus , in a satisfactory manner , disposed of his wages , Mat Maybird , with a light step and very light heart , walked to the cottage of Father Francis ...
... cried he , " attendant imps of a human devil , ye lead me not astray ! " Having thus , in a satisfactory manner , disposed of his wages , Mat Maybird , with a light step and very light heart , walked to the cottage of Father Francis ...
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... cried Edward , suddenly : " there is a man moving in the garden ; it is dark , and I cannot distinguish more than that a man is there . " The figure now glided slowly along . Kate perceived it . Sud- denly it stopped beneath the window ...
... cried Edward , suddenly : " there is a man moving in the garden ; it is dark , and I cannot distinguish more than that a man is there . " The figure now glided slowly along . Kate perceived it . Sud- denly it stopped beneath the window ...
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Page 194 - I loved Ophelia: forty thousand brothers Could not with all their quantity of love, Make up my sum.
Page 481 - Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha! here's three on's are sophisticated! Thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.
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Page 303 - Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! let the earth hide thee ! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with.
Page 305 - If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended: That you have but slumbered here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: If you pardon, we will mend.
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Page 302 - And thou opposed, being of no woman born, Yet I will try the last. Before my body I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff, And damn'd be him that first cries 'Hold, enough!
Page 429 - Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Page 301 - The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast ; — Lady M. What do you mean ? Macb. Still it cried, Sleep no more ! to all the house : Glamis hath murdered sleep; and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more ; Macbeth shall sleep no more .