Littell's Living Age, Том 206Living Age Company, Incorporated, 1895 |
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... remarkable care and judgment . Any one who has tried to read the letters of a bygone day , with their strange paper , queer , cramped writing , and queerer spelling , will have some idea of the magnitude of the task undertaken by the ...
... remarkable care and judgment . Any one who has tried to read the letters of a bygone day , with their strange paper , queer , cramped writing , and queerer spelling , will have some idea of the magnitude of the task undertaken by the ...
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... remarkable unpleasantness — of their and Mary Eure , co - heiresses . pharmacopoeia and treatment . Dr. Theodore Mayence , the fashionable doctor , left 140,000l . ( equivalent to over half a million ) behind him , and Sir Ralph is ...
... remarkable unpleasantness — of their and Mary Eure , co - heiresses . pharmacopoeia and treatment . Dr. Theodore Mayence , the fashionable doctor , left 140,000l . ( equivalent to over half a million ) behind him , and Sir Ralph is ...
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... remarkable missionaries , on the ground that it is document lays down that " belligerent an open town . But there seems to be operations being properly confined to no doubt that it is defended by forts , the military and naval forces ...
... remarkable missionaries , on the ground that it is document lays down that " belligerent an open town . But there seems to be operations being properly confined to no doubt that it is defended by forts , the military and naval forces ...
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... remarkable woman ; she had been a friend of Abé- lard's in her youth , and had perhaps imbibed some of his notions ; at least the training she gave to Guyot was of a milder order than was then in fashion . The count was often shocked at ...
... remarkable woman ; she had been a friend of Abé- lard's in her youth , and had perhaps imbibed some of his notions ; at least the training she gave to Guyot was of a milder order than was then in fashion . The count was often shocked at ...
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... remarkable as , with the exception of those sub- jected to special restraint - only some two per cent . of the whole they have as often as not knives in their posses- - sion , and such dangerous tools as scythes and hatchets ready at ...
... remarkable as , with the exception of those sub- jected to special restraint - only some two per cent . of the whole they have as often as not knives in their posses- - sion , and such dangerous tools as scythes and hatchets ready at ...
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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?