Littell's Living Age, Том 206Living Age Company, Incorporated, 1895 |
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... side to side . With a frown. attainments , noble thoughts , a splen- did genius , all were his ; and all were blurred and disfigured , and the fabric of his life shattered , by the demon of discord . To the general reader , Landor is ...
... side to side . With a frown. attainments , noble thoughts , a splen- did genius , all were his ; and all were blurred and disfigured , and the fabric of his life shattered , by the demon of discord . To the general reader , Landor is ...
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car rocked from side to side . With a frown of impatience the beautiful girl rose , and laid her cup on the table at which the other was sitting . " It is getting dark , " she said tenta- tively . 66 Very . " on the whole . The tone was ...
car rocked from side to side . With a frown of impatience the beautiful girl rose , and laid her cup on the table at which the other was sitting . " It is getting dark , " she said tenta- tively . 66 Very . " on the whole . The tone was ...
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... side her . " Do you know anything pleasantly . about gold shares ? " she said . " Thanks . I shall be all right when I have had a pint of champagne . There is nothing like it , is there ? " " I suppose not , but I am not an authority ...
... side her . " Do you know anything pleasantly . about gold shares ? " she said . " Thanks . I shall be all right when I have had a pint of champagne . There is nothing like it , is there ? " " I suppose not , but I am not an authority ...
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... side to those The little woman laughed - a fresh you do meet . " young laugh . " I am not an authority " You believe there is a best side , do on men , like you , " she said ; " but I you ? " should have thought you must have discovered ...
... side to those The little woman laughed - a fresh you do meet . " young laugh . " I am not an authority " You believe there is a best side , do on men , like you , " she said ; " but I you ? " should have thought you must have discovered ...
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... side . If you had thought of me at all when we met at Victoria , you would have said , Poor devil ! but why at least doesn't she wear a decent gown ? ' " The beautiful girl glanced at the dark serge folds , and tried in vain to find a ...
... side . If you had thought of me at all when we met at Victoria , you would have said , Poor devil ! but why at least doesn't she wear a decent gown ? ' " The beautiful girl glanced at the dark serge folds , and tried in vain to find 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?