Favorite Authors in Prose and PoetryJames Thomas Fields James R. Osgood, 1884 |
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... side- walk of our principal thoroughfare . Mounting a sombre staircase , I pushed open a door at its summit , and found Eyself in the presence of a person , who mentioned the mod- erate sum that would entitle me to admittance . " No , I ...
... side- walk of our principal thoroughfare . Mounting a sombre staircase , I pushed open a door at its summit , and found Eyself in the presence of a person , who mentioned the mod- erate sum that would entitle me to admittance . " No , I ...
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... side - with a milder and more matronly look , as you perceive― stands the she- wolf that suckled Romulus and Remus . " " Ah , indeed ! " exclaimed I. " And what lovely lamb is this with the snow - white fleece , which seems to e of as ...
... side - with a milder and more matronly look , as you perceive― stands the she- wolf that suckled Romulus and Remus . " " Ah , indeed ! " exclaimed I. " And what lovely lamb is this with the snow - white fleece , which seems to e of as ...
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... side of the alcove was a tall looking - glass in a frame of ebony , but veiled with a curtain of purple silk , through the rents of which the gleam of the mirror was perceptible . " This is Cornelius Agrippa's magic glass , " observed 6 ...
... side of the alcove was a tall looking - glass in a frame of ebony , but veiled with a curtain of purple silk , through the rents of which the gleam of the mirror was perceptible . " This is Cornelius Agrippa's magic glass , " observed 6 ...
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... side . One of the three was the lamp of Diogenes , another that of Guy Fawkes , and the third that which Hero set forth to the midnight breeze in the high tower of Abydos . " See ! " said the virtuoso , blowing with all his force at the ...
... side . One of the three was the lamp of Diogenes , another that of Guy Fawkes , and the third that which Hero set forth to the midnight breeze in the high tower of Abydos . " See ! " said the virtuoso , blowing with all his force at the ...
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... side to her mortal , Side unseen of herdsman , huntsman , steersman , Blank 42 ROBERT BROWNING .
... side to her mortal , Side unseen of herdsman , huntsman , steersman , Blank 42 ROBERT BROWNING .
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Сторінка 177 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags^ Plying her needle and thread — Stitch! stitch! stitch! In poverty, hunger and dirt; And still with a voice of dolorous pitch — Would that its tone could reach the rich! — She sang the
Сторінка 320 - Comes a still voice : — yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course. Nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again ; And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou go To mix forever with the elements, To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod,...
Сторінка 113 - I began thus far to assent both to them and divers of my friends here at home, and not less to an inward prompting, which now grew daily upon me, that by labour 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 325 - A tory! a tory! a spy! a refugee! hustle him! away with him!" It was with great difficulty that the self-important man in the cocked hat restored order; and, having assumed a tenfold austerity of brow, demanded again of the unknown culprit, what he came there for, and whom he was seeking? The poor man humbly assured him that he meant no harm, but merely came there in search of some of his neighbors, who used to keep about the tavern. "Well — who are they? — name them.
Сторінка 177 - Oh! but to breathe the breath Of the cowslip and primrose sweet With the sky above my head, And the grass beneath my feet, For only one short hour To feel as I used to feel, Before I knew the woes of want And the walk that costs a meal!
Сторінка 271 - Look on the rising sun : there God does live, And gives His light, and gives His heat away, And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive Comfort in morning, joy in the noonday. ' And we are put on earth a little space, That we may learn to bear the beams of love ; And these black bodies and this sunburnt face Are but a cloud, and like a shady grove.
Сторінка 115 - God's almightiness, and what He works, and what He suffers to be wrought with high providence in His church, to sing victorious agonies of martyrs and saints, the deeds and triumphs of just and pious nations, doing valiantly through faith against the enemies of Christ; to deplore the general relapses of kingdoms and states from justice and God's true worship.
Сторінка 324 - Bummel, the schoolmaster, doling forth the contents of an ancient newspaper. In place of these, a lean, bilious-looking fellow, with his pockets full of handbills, was haranguing vehemently about rights of citizens...
Сторінка 230 - 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 81 - The Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away ; blessed be the Name of the Lord ! — "His Highness," says Harvey,3 "being at Hampton Court, sickened a little before the Lady Elizabeth died.