The New Review, Том 15Longmans, Green, 1896 |
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... looked across its snowy whiteness to the white face of the woman . " What do you use this for ? ” " I haven't used it yet , " said Anne . There was a pause . " You don't mean- " " began Mrs. Keston . " Yes — the old way is the best ...
... looked across its snowy whiteness to the white face of the woman . " What do you use this for ? ” " I haven't used it yet , " said Anne . There was a pause . " You don't mean- " " began Mrs. Keston . " Yes — the old way is the best ...
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... looked at her in some perplexity . " Are you feeling worse ? Shall I ring ? " " The bells in this room can't be rung here . " She looked up sternly at the row of dangling tyrants . " But I've taken some of my own medicine , " she went ...
... looked at her in some perplexity . " Are you feeling worse ? Shall I ring ? " " The bells in this room can't be rung here . " She looked up sternly at the row of dangling tyrants . " But I've taken some of my own medicine , " she went ...
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... at the sunset through . the trees , " she was a remarkable person in her way . " " You don't speak of her as you used to . " Mrs. Keston's tone was almost an attack . The Vicar looked away from the painted west and back 12 BELOW THE SALT.
... at the sunset through . the trees , " she was a remarkable person in her way . " " You don't speak of her as you used to . " Mrs. Keston's tone was almost an attack . The Vicar looked away from the painted west and back 12 BELOW THE SALT.
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The Vicar looked away from the painted west and back at the little burying - ground below . Already it lay in shadow , and the sentinel sons were gone . " Now that she's dead perhaps I ought to tell you , " he said , " for there's a ...
The Vicar looked away from the painted west and back at the little burying - ground below . Already it lay in shadow , and the sentinel sons were gone . " Now that she's dead perhaps I ought to tell you , " he said , " for there's a ...
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... looked in . Scrupulously — spotlessly clean , as it had been all these ten years . The only beauty , the only colour in that bare , white room came through the single window opening on the west . But there was an influence there still ...
... looked in . Scrupulously — spotlessly clean , as it had been all these ten years . The only beauty , the only colour in that bare , white room came through the single window opening on the west . But there was an influence there still ...
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Сторінка 25 - The moving Moon went up the sky, And nowhere did abide; Softly she was going up, And a star or two beside...
Сторінка 517 - Like a tale of little meaning tho' the words are strong; Chanted from an ill-used race of men that cleave the soil. Sow the seed, and reap the harvest with enduring toil, Storing yearly little dues of wheat, and wine and oil; Till they perish and they suffer - some...
Сторінка 75 - One seem'd all dark and red— a tract of sand, And some one pacing there alone, Who paced for ever in a glimmering land, Lit with a low large moon.
Сторінка 91 - OUT of the deep, my child, out of the deep, From that great deep before our world begins Whereon the Spirit of God moves as he will — Out of the deep, my child, out of the deep, From that true world within the world we see, Whereof our world is but the bounding shore...
Сторінка 23 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling ; And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel ; And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.
Сторінка 712 - tis so, Since now at length my fate I know, Since nothing all my love avails, Since all, my life seemed meant for, fails, Since this was written and needs must be — My whole heart rises up to bless Your name in pride and thankfulness...
Сторінка 79 - Stranger ! henceforth be warned; and know, that pride*< Howe'er disguised in its own majesty, Is littleness ; that he, who feels contempt For any living thing, hath faculties Which he has never used ; that thought with him Is in its infancy.
Сторінка 25 - The harmless Albatross. The spirit who bideth by himself In the land of mist and snow, He loved the bird that loved the man Who shot him with his bow.
Сторінка 27 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear: If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, • Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.
Сторінка 29 - Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn ; The same that oft-times hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in fairy lands forlorn.