The Seer: Or, Common-places Refreshed, Том 2Roberts, 1864 |
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... sure of these three undoubted facts , - that life is long , death short , and the world beautiful . And so we bring our thoughts back again to the fireside , and look at the cat . Poor Pussy ! she looks up at us again , as if she ...
... sure of these three undoubted facts , - that life is long , death short , and the world beautiful . And so we bring our thoughts back again to the fireside , and look at the cat . Poor Pussy ! she looks up at us again , as if she ...
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... sure that the fact is other- wise . Yet she gets in the way again , as before ; and dares all the feet and mahogany in the room . Beau- tiful present sufficingness of a cat's imagination ! - confined to the snug circle of her own sides ...
... sure that the fact is other- wise . Yet she gets in the way again , as before ; and dares all the feet and mahogany in the room . Beau- tiful present sufficingness of a cat's imagination ! - confined to the snug circle of her own sides ...
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... Pater - noster ; after which , upon going to bed , the dream is sure to ensue . Brand quotes Ben Jonson : * The price of the journal in which the article first appeared . " And , on sweet St. Agnes ' night , THE EVE OF ST AGNES.
... Pater - noster ; after which , upon going to bed , the dream is sure to ensue . Brand quotes Ben Jonson : * The price of the journal in which the article first appeared . " And , on sweet St. Agnes ' night , THE EVE OF ST AGNES.
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... sure , which no labor can gift him with ; and of this we have a due sense . We wish we had a book by us , written a few years back , entitled " A Ramble among the Musicians in Germany , " in order that we might quote a passage from it ...
... sure , which no labor can gift him with ; and of this we have a due sense . We wish we had a book by us , written a few years back , entitled " A Ramble among the Musicians in Germany , " in order that we might quote a passage from it ...
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... sure of our own right and good motives in sending it , and of the right and inclination , too , which they would have to permit themselves to receive it : otherwise we pay both parties a very ill compliment , and such as no modest and ...
... sure of our own right and good motives in sending it , and of the right and inclination , too , which they would have to permit themselves to receive it : otherwise we pay both parties a very ill compliment , and such as no modest and ...
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Сторінка 56 - Sudden a thought came like a full-blown rose, Flushing his brow, and in his pained heart Made purple riot: then doth he propose A stratagem that makes the beldame start: "A cruel man and impious thou art...
Сторінка 97 - HOW oft, when thou, my music, music play'st, Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds With thy sweet fingers, when thou gently sway'st The wiry concord that mine ear confounds, Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap To kiss the tender inward of thy hand, Whilst my poor lips, which should that harvest reap, At the wood's boldness by thee blushing stand!
Сторінка 60 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in sea-weed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees, In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
Сторінка 58 - But to her heart, her heart was voluble, Paining with eloquence her balmy side; As though a tongueless nightingale should swell Her throat in vain, and die, heart-stifled, in her dell.
Сторінка 53 - Fix'd on the floor, saw many a sweeping train Pass by — she heeded not at all: in vain Came many a tiptoe, amorous cavalier, And back retir'd; not cool'd by high disdain, But she saw not: her heart was otherwhere: She sigh'd for Agnes' dreams, the sweetest of the year.
Сторінка 63 - These delicates he heaped with glowing hand On golden dishes and in baskets bright Of wreathed silver : sumptuous they stand In the retired quiet of the night, Filling the chilly room with perfume light. — ' And now, my love, my seraph fair, awake ! Thou art my heaven, and I thine eremite : Open thine eyes, for meek St. Agnes' sake, Or I shall drowse beside thec, so my soul doth ache.
Сторінка 48 - Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold; Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seemed taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith.
Сторінка 77 - The village-clock tolled six— I wheeled about, Proud and exulting like an untired horse That cares not for his home. — All shod with steel We hissed along the polished ice, in games Confederate...
Сторінка 54 - Ah, happy chance! the aged creature came, Shuffling along with ivory-headed wand, To where he stood, hid from the torch's flame, Behind a broad hall-pillar, far beyond The sound of merriment and chorus bland...
Сторінка 52 - The silver, snarling trumpets 'gan to chide : The level chambers, ready with their pride, Were glowing to receive a thousand guests : The carved angels, ever eager-eyed, Stared, where upon their heads the cornice rests, With hair blown back, and wings put cross-wise on their breasts.