Littell's Living Age, Том 206Living Age Company, Incorporated, 1895 |
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... stand on the wind- swept fells , Where the brown bees hum o'er the ferny dips , Or ring faint peals on the heather bells . I close my eyes on the crowded street , I shut my ears to the city's roar , And am out in the open with flying ...
... stand on the wind- swept fells , Where the brown bees hum o'er the ferny dips , Or ring faint peals on the heather bells . I close my eyes on the crowded street , I shut my ears to the city's roar , And am out in the open with flying ...
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... stand out in one's memory after long years . It is very good to see you again , Fred . " Her companion did not answer imme- diately . " And I am so glad you mean to de- vote yourself to figure - painting , " she went on . " I have ...
... stand out in one's memory after long years . It is very good to see you again , Fred . " Her companion did not answer imme- diately . " And I am so glad you mean to de- vote yourself to figure - painting , " she went on . " I have ...
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... stand of hack- ney coaches was indeed set up , in 1625 , at the Maypole , in the Strand , but for some reason the king disap - auy rate , was the fate of Dame Mar- proved of the innovation , and the hire of them was at length limited to ...
... stand of hack- ney coaches was indeed set up , in 1625 , at the Maypole , in the Strand , but for some reason the king disap - auy rate , was the fate of Dame Mar- proved of the innovation , and the hire of them was at length limited to ...
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... stand in trenches up to their knees in water and mire , and the exhalatious rising from the earth consume them with fever , or set their teeth chattering as with cold , while the sweat rolls from their foreheads . Occa- sionally , in ...
... stand in trenches up to their knees in water and mire , and the exhalatious rising from the earth consume them with fever , or set their teeth chattering as with cold , while the sweat rolls from their foreheads . Occa- sionally , in ...
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... soiled smockfrock , his stiff leather home . And all the time there was the gaiters tied on with wisps of straw , kind of quiet look about him with which he used to stand up in his place | 76 Cuckoo Corner : A West Country Sketch .
... soiled smockfrock , his stiff leather home . And all the time there was the gaiters tied on with wisps of straw , kind of quiet look about him with which he used to stand up in his place | 76 Cuckoo Corner : A West Country Sketch .
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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?