Littell's Living Age, Том 206Living Age Company, Incorporated, 1895 |
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... heart . JOHN FYVIE . From Blackwood's Magazine . A GREAT GULF . 66 BY THE AUTHOR OF MONA MACLEAN . " Oh Galuppi , Baldasarro , this is very sad to find ! I can hardly misconceive you ; it would prove me deaf and blind ; But although I ...
... heart . JOHN FYVIE . From Blackwood's Magazine . A GREAT GULF . 66 BY THE AUTHOR OF MONA MACLEAN . " Oh Galuppi , Baldasarro , this is very sad to find ! I can hardly misconceive you ; it would prove me deaf and blind ; But although I ...
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... heart for him . " The girl looked as if an insult had been offered to her intelligence . " Do you think I am such a fool , " she said , " as to cut off my nose to spite my face ? No , no . I don't need anybody to tell me what to do . I ...
... heart for him . " The girl looked as if an insult had been offered to her intelligence . " Do you think I am such a fool , " she said , " as to cut off my nose to spite my face ? No , no . I don't need anybody to tell me what to do . I ...
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... heart of every reader ; and many will for my credit . " Sir Vandyke , how - be moved to indignation at learning ever , seems to have had his own views that , in the middle of the seventeenth century , the ladies ' gallery in the House ...
... heart of every reader ; and many will for my credit . " Sir Vandyke , how - be moved to indignation at learning ever , seems to have had his own views that , in the middle of the seventeenth century , the ladies ' gallery in the House ...
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... heart . And I do not say that the evil and error in India have received too much attention ; but I am sure that the truth and the elements of goodness that are there have received too little . I would call attention to these . I proceed ...
... heart . And I do not say that the evil and error in India have received too much attention ; but I am sure that the truth and the elements of goodness that are there have received too little . I would call attention to these . I proceed ...
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... hearts His home , to Him nor land nor name ; The Cause of all , to cut false senses came . And loveless men He loved , yea ... heart , bow down to all stones ( idols ) ; ye mere animals , what is there in a stone superior to what is in a ...
... hearts His home , to Him nor land nor name ; The Cause of all , to cut false senses came . And loveless men He loved , yea ... heart , bow down to all stones ( idols ) ; ye mere animals , what is there in a stone superior to what is in a ...
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Сторінка 350 - And so beside the Silent Sea I wait the muffled oar ; No harm from Him can come to me On ocean or on shore. I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air ; I only know I cannot drift Beyond His love and care.
Сторінка 122 - 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 124 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Сторінка 13 - I STROVE with none, for none was worth my strife; Nature I loved, and next to Nature, Art; I warmed both hands before the fire of life; It sinks, and I am ready to depart.
Сторінка 125 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown : 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 Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Сторінка 124 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Сторінка 125 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!
Сторінка 10 - There are no fields of amaranth on this side of the grave; there are no voices, O Rhodope, that are not soon mute, however tuneful; there is no name, with whatever emphasis of passionate love repeated, of which the echo is not faint at last.
Сторінка 514 - Yestreen when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw : Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, 1 sigh'd, and said amang them a',
Сторінка 123 - As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?