The Strand Magazine, 3. köideGeorge Newnes, Herbert Greenhough Smith G. Newnes, 1892 |
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... hour ago . His In appearance Mr. Haggard looks just his age - thirty - five . He is tall , somewhat slim , and wears a fair moustache . kindness makes one happy , his modesty is impressive to a degree . He tells you nothing but what is ...
... hour ago . His In appearance Mr. Haggard looks just his age - thirty - five . He is tall , somewhat slim , and wears a fair moustache . kindness makes one happy , his modesty is impressive to a degree . He tells you nothing but what is ...
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... hour . The head- quarters of the Boer camp were near an inn where I was stationed with my men . One day , having got wind of the reason of our presence , the Boers came down on us in force , took possession of the inn , and threatened ...
... hour . The head- quarters of the Boer camp were near an inn where I was stationed with my men . One day , having got wind of the reason of our presence , the Boers came down on us in force , took possession of the inn , and threatened ...
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... hour or two . In the morning the farm and his correspondence claim him . His favourite work , and the one he considers his best , is " Eric Brighteyes . " " She " comes next . Amongst his own characters his love leans toward " Beatrice ...
... hour or two . In the morning the farm and his correspondence claim him . His favourite work , and the one he considers his best , is " Eric Brighteyes . " " She " comes next . Amongst his own characters his love leans toward " Beatrice ...
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... hour of my appointment with Ramon ! I was confined in a cell in the prison of a small town occu- pied by the Carlists . ( " I asked after Ramon and the reply was : Ah ! he is a brave fellow . He killed a colonel . But he is dead , no ...
... hour of my appointment with Ramon ! I was confined in a cell in the prison of a small town occu- pied by the Carlists . ( " I asked after Ramon and the reply was : Ah ! he is a brave fellow . He killed a colonel . But he is dead , no ...
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... hour really far off ? The insur- gents always shoot their prisoners ! To- morrow I must die ; but Ramon will return ... hours ' time . ' " A minute later my companions were all awake , and the prison resounded with cries , sobs , and ...
... hour really far off ? The insur- gents always shoot their prisoners ! To- morrow I must die ; but Ramon will return ... hours ' time . ' " A minute later my companions were all awake , and the prison resounded with cries , sobs , and ...
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Page 167 - Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For, lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone ; The flowers appear on the earth ; The time of the singing of birds is come, And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land ; The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, And the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Page 193 - tis nobler in the mind, to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And, by opposing, end them? — To die, — to sleep...
Page 287 - The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears ; Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Page 502 - T^HERE rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes thou hast seen ! There where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and nothing stands ; They melt like mist, the solid lands, Like clouds they shape themselves and go.
Page 142 - It is possible that I might have placed them upon record before, but a promise of secrecy was made at the time, from which I have only been freed during the last month by the untimely death of the lady to whom the pledge was given.
Page 291 - ... slope from the shores of the Swiss lakes to the roots of their lower mountains. There, mingled with the taller gentians and the white narcissus, the grass grows deep and free ; and as you follow the winding mountain paths, beneath arching boughs all veiled and dim with...
Page 396 - Of all inorganic substances, acting in their own proper nature, and without assistance or combination, water is the most wonderful. If we think of it as the source of all the changefulness and beauty which we have seen in clouds ; then as the instrument by which the earth we have contemplated was modelled into symmetry, and its crags chiselled into grace ; then as, in the form of snow, it robes the mountains it has made, with that transcendent light which we could not have...
Page 155 - You see it, Watson?" he yelled. "You see it?" But I saw nothing. At the moment when Holmes struck the light I heard a low. clear whistle, but the sudden glare flashing into my weary eyes made it impossible for me to tell what it was at which my friend lashed so savagely. I could, however, see that his face was deadly pale and filled with horror and loathing. He had ceased to strike and was gazing up at the ventilator when suddenly there broke from the silence of the night the most horrible cry to...
Page 167 - The day, immeasurably long, sleeps over the broad hills and warm wide fields. To have lived through all its sunny hours, seems longevity enough. The solitary places do not seem quite lonely. At the gates of the forest, the surprised man of the world is forced to leave his city estimates of great and small, wise and foolish. The knapsack of custom falls off his back with the first step he makes into these precincts.