Littell's Living Age, Том 206Living Age Company, Incorporated, 1895 |
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... taken as his cherishing some hopes in another direc- own unless expressed in his name ; but tion . Time after time , heedless of re- it is evident , on the face of it , that peated experience , he had publicly Cicero and Horne Tooke ...
... taken as his cherishing some hopes in another direc- own unless expressed in his name ; but tion . Time after time , heedless of re- it is evident , on the face of it , that peated experience , he had publicly Cicero and Horne Tooke ...
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... taken it into our heads that there was another life ? We had no reason to think so . One after another goes , but nobody ever comes back to tell us . " " Why should we ever have taken it into our heads that there was another life ...
... taken it into our heads that there was another life ? We had no reason to think so . One after another goes , but nobody ever comes back to tell us . " " Why should we ever have taken it into our heads that there was another life ...
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conception . The sewerage is all to be was to be taken by aqueducts and tun- carried through huge pipes far away nels , which were to rival those of Old from the town , and emptied out into Rome , from Caposele on the Mediter- the ...
conception . The sewerage is all to be was to be taken by aqueducts and tun- carried through huge pipes far away nels , which were to rival those of Old from the town , and emptied out into Rome , from Caposele on the Mediter- the ...
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... taken from them , and been . Whilst , with a winter like last punish their transgression by mulcts year's , which covered the plains of and fines , which , as they can only be Piedmont with deep snow , and whose levied under the seal of ...
... taken from them , and been . Whilst , with a winter like last punish their transgression by mulcts year's , which covered the plains of and fines , which , as they can only be Piedmont with deep snow , and whose levied under the seal of ...
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... taken . If the mishap oc- a full perilous and dangerous one , and curred to the navy " during the to avoid the danger of the sea I offered outward journey , Puver would receive four hundred crowns to the one who nothing beyond what ...
... taken . If the mishap oc- a full perilous and dangerous one , and curred to the navy " during the to avoid the danger of the sea I offered outward journey , Puver would receive four hundred crowns to the one who nothing beyond what ...
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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?