Macmillan's Magazine, Volume 25

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Macmillan and Company, 1872
 

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Page 271 - 0 stay and hear, your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low." And when she had finished, he once more eagerly begged her to sing another of those old songs ; and then, all of a sudden, catching sight of a smile on my Lady's face, he stopped, and apologized, and
Page 336 - and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack ! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back, " And hast thou slain the Jabberwock ? Come to my arms, my beamish boy '. 0 frabjous day ! Callooh ! Callay ! " ' He chortled in his joy. 'Twas
Page 335 - Jabberwock, my son ! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch ! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch ! " He took his vorpal sword in hand : Long time the manxome foe he sought— So rested he by the Tumtum
Page 257 - Hampton me taught to wish her first for mine; And Windsor, alas/ doth chase me from her sight." "RAIN!" cried Queen Titania, as she walked up to the window of the breakfast-room, and stared reproachfully out on cloudy skies, gloomy trees, and the wet thoroughfares of Twickenham. "Surely not !
Page 269 - No, Sir," remarked Dr. Johnson to Mr. Boswell, " there is nothing which has yet been contrived by man, by which so much happiness is produced as by a good tavern or inn.
Page 335 - Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe ; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.
Page 265 - green, The paths of pleasure trace, Who foremost now delight to cleave With pliant arm thy glassy wave!" AT length we hit upon one thing that Count von
Page 176 - But if ye saw that which no eyes can see, The inward beauty of her lovely spirit, Garnished with heavenly gifts of high degree. Much more then would ye wonder at that sight.
Page 402 - Within some whispering osier isle, Where Glym's low banks neglected smile ; And each trim meadow still retains The wintry torrent's oozy stains ; Beneath a willow, long forsook, The fisher seeks his custom'd nook ; And bursting through the crackling sedge, That crowns the current's caverned edge, He startles from the bordering wood The bashful wild-duck's early brood.
Page 398 - was this land full filled of faerie; The Elf-queen, with her jolly company, Danced full oft in many a green mead. This was the old opinion, as I read ; I speak of many a hundred years ago ; But now can no man see

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