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... turned help seeing how little hope most of to the lake at once , and she could not them had , and that the search was half pretence with the greater number who went . She was ill at the time , and not allowed to leave the house herself ...
... turned help seeing how little hope most of to the lake at once , and she could not them had , and that the search was half pretence with the greater number who went . She was ill at the time , and not allowed to leave the house herself ...
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... turned to her , and remarked in a tone that was meant to be indifferent , but was really full of anxiety— " You hear from your brother Con- nor frequently , I suppose ? " " I had a long letter a week ago , " Ellen answered , as steadily ...
... turned to her , and remarked in a tone that was meant to be indifferent , but was really full of anxiety— " You hear from your brother Con- nor frequently , I suppose ? " " I had a long letter a week ago , " Ellen answered , as steadily ...
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... turned into wide , silent , sheep - walks and great pasture - fields , with only dumb cattle in them from sea to sea . Everywhere roofless villages and deserted homes , and only here and there a few com- panionless people who have lost ...
... turned into wide , silent , sheep - walks and great pasture - fields , with only dumb cattle in them from sea to sea . Everywhere roofless villages and deserted homes , and only here and there a few com- panionless people who have lost ...
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... turned round to speak to him . " Do you see that winding road skirt- ing the foot of the hill , and the lame man plodding along it ? He is singing as he goes , and as he passed below us a minute ago I caught a word or two of his song ...
... turned round to speak to him . " Do you see that winding road skirt- ing the foot of the hill , and the lame man plodding along it ? He is singing as he goes , and as he passed below us a minute ago I caught a word or two of his song ...
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... turned eagerly to Mr. Thornley- " And now you will walk on to the lake , and get us some water - lilies , while we rest . It would be so very igno- minious to go back empty - handed after coming so far . I could not bear to do such a ...
... turned eagerly to Mr. Thornley- " And now you will walk on to the lake , and get us some water - lilies , while we rest . It would be so very igno- minious to go back empty - handed after coming so far . I could not bear to do such a ...
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Macmillan's Magazine, Том 58 David Masson,George Grove,John Morley,Mowbray Morris Повний перегляд - 1888 |
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Сторінка 269 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine: But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Сторінка 256 - Walk about Zion, and go round about her : Tell the towers thereof. Mark ye well her bulwarks, Consider her palaces ; That ye may tell it to the generation following : For this God is our God for ever and ever : He will be our guide even unto death.
Сторінка 269 - ... an inward prompting which now grew daily upon me, that by labor and intent study, which I take to be my portion in this life, joined with the strong propensity of nature, I might perhaps leave something so written to after times, as they should not willingly let it die.
Сторінка 139 - THE condition of England, on which many pamphlets are now in the course of publication, and many thoughts unpublished are going on in every reflective head, is justly regarded as one of the most ominous, and withal one of the strangest, ever seen in this world. England is full of wealth, of multifarious produce, supply for human want in every kind ; yet England is dying of inanition.
Сторінка 245 - Full little knowest thou, that hast not tride, What hell it is, in suing long to bide : To loose good dayes, that might be better spent; To wast long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow; To feed on hope, to pine with feare and sorrow; To have thy Princes...
Сторінка 312 - I account myself highly praised, and vow to take advantage of all idle hours, till I have honoured you with some graver labour.
Сторінка 176 - Why, let the stricken deer go weep, The hart ungalled play; For some must watch, while some must sleep; So runs the world away.
Сторінка 207 - WE passed a woman tied by the neck to a tree and dead, the people of the country explained that she had been unable to keep up with the other slaves in a gang, and her master had determined that she should not become the property of anyone else if she recovered after resting for a time.
Сторінка 317 - It is a common practice now-a-days, amongst a sort of shifting companions that run through every art and thrive by none, to leave the trade of Noverint, whereto they were born, and busy themselves with the endeavors of art, that could scarcely Latinize their neck-verse if they should have need; yet English Seneca, read by candle-light, yields many good sentences, as blood is a beggar...
Сторінка 12 - Woe and pain, pain and woe, Are my lot, night and noon, To see your bright face clouded so, Like to the mournful moon. But yet will I rear your throne Again in golden sheen; 'Tis you shall reign, shall reign alone, My dark Rosaleenl My own Rosaleen! 'Tis you shall have the golden throne, 'Tis you shall reign, and reign alone, My dark Rosaleen!