The Living Age, Том 194E. Littell & Company, 1892 |
З цієї книги
Результати 1-5 із 80
Сторінка 22
... horses were the finest I have ever seen , capable of an infinite quantity of work . " Or he would say , " I saw that young artist , and I had a talk with him . I like him , for he is a hard worker . " come and sat by him , and had ...
... horses were the finest I have ever seen , capable of an infinite quantity of work . " Or he would say , " I saw that young artist , and I had a talk with him . I like him , for he is a hard worker . " come and sat by him , and had ...
Сторінка 23
... horse - pond , where they watched the strong old wagon - horses en- joying their summer paddling , and the children sailing their little ships . Elkin's anxiety was lest the ships shouid get entangled in the wagon - wheels . " The ...
... horse - pond , where they watched the strong old wagon - horses en- joying their summer paddling , and the children sailing their little ships . Elkin's anxiety was lest the ships shouid get entangled in the wagon - wheels . " The ...
Сторінка 27
... horses , which are particularly fond of black bread . " This turned the laugh against the offender , who stood dumb while the ambassador drove off amidst the cheers of the soldiers . Here , no doubt , the tact of an able and experienced ...
... horses , which are particularly fond of black bread . " This turned the laugh against the offender , who stood dumb while the ambassador drove off amidst the cheers of the soldiers . Here , no doubt , the tact of an able and experienced ...
Сторінка 31
... horses could carry us , over rocky hills and through dense forests . In the afternoon of the day after I left Bel- grade , we reached the considerable town of Nissa , passing , as we entered it , the pyramid of human skulls - a trophy ...
... horses could carry us , over rocky hills and through dense forests . In the afternoon of the day after I left Bel- grade , we reached the considerable town of Nissa , passing , as we entered it , the pyramid of human skulls - a trophy ...
Сторінка 32
... horses at the post stations . My Tatar , who had been accus- tomed to travel at a jog - trot pace , which was exceedingly fatiguing to me , declared that he could go no further . He accordingly con- ducted me to the " konak , " or ...
... horses at the post stations . My Tatar , who had been accus- tomed to travel at a jog - trot pace , which was exceedingly fatiguing to me , declared that he could go no further . He accordingly con- ducted me to the " konak , " or ...
Інші видання - Показати все
Загальні терміни та фрази
Alfred Annerley answered appeared asked Aunt Anne Aylmer Baalbek Baines beautiful better Cæsar called century church Corsica dear door English eyes face father feel felt Florence France French friends gave girl give Guanches hand Harpley head hear heart Hibbert hope horses hundred journey Joyce kind king knew land laughed Leech Leigh Hunt light Liphook live looked Lord Lord Albemarle Lord Salisbury Madame Madame de Genlis manner married means ment mind morning mother nature never night North old lady once passed perhaps person poor present Prince queen's messenger round seemed Shoshong side speak stood tell Temple Bar Tenerife things thought tion told town turned voice Voltaire walk Walter wife Wimple Witley woman women words Yarrow young
Популярні уривки
Сторінка 157 - But thou, that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation : Meek loveliness is round thee spread, A softness still and holy ; The grace of forest charms decayed, And pastoral melancholy.
Сторінка 161 - ... the filial band, That knits me to thy rugged strand ! Still, as I view each well-known scene, Think what is now, and what hath been, Seems as, to me, of all bereft, Sole friends thy woods and streams were left ; And thus I love them better still, Even in extremity of ill. By Yarrow's stream still let me stray, Though none should guide my feeble way ; Still feel the breeze down Ettrick break, Although it chill my withered cheek ; Still lay my head by Teviot stone.
Сторінка 231 - If therefore ye have not been faithful in the unrighteous mammon, who will commit to your trust the true riches ? And if ye have not been faithful in that which is another man's, who shall give you that which is your own...
Сторінка 157 - O that some Minstrel's harp were near, To utter notes of gladness, And chase this silence from the air, That fills my heart with sadness...
Сторінка 325 - Euphrates, and the Arabian fleet might have sailed without a naval combat into the mouth of the Thames. Perhaps the interpretation of the Koran would now be taught in the schools of Oxford, and her pulpits might demonstrate to a circumcised people the sanctity and truth of the revelation of Mahomet.
Сторінка 158 - And if, as Yarrow, through the woods And down the meadow ranging, Did meet us with unaltered face, Though we were changed and changing; If, then, some natural shadows spread Our inward prospect over, The soul's deep valley was not slow Its brightness to recover.
Сторінка 159 - A TROUBLE, not of clouds, or weeping rain, Nor of the setting sun's pathetic light Engendered, hangs o'er Eildon's triple height : Spirits of Power, assembled there, complain For kindred Power departing from their sight ; While Tweed, best pleased in chanting a blithe strain, Saddens his voice again, and yet again.
Сторінка 186 - Choose well ; your choice is Brief, and yet endless. Here eyes do regard you, In Eternity's stillness; Here is all fulness, Ye brave, to reward you; Work, and despair not.
Сторінка 159 - WHEN first, descending from the Moorlands, I saw the Stream of Yarrow glide Along a bare and open valley, The Ettrick Shepherd was my guide. When last along its banks I wandered, Through groves that had begun to shed Their golden leaves upon the pathways, My steps the Border-minstrel led. The Mighty Minstrel breathes no longer, Mid mouldering ruins low he lies ; And death upon the braes of Yarrow, Has closed the Shepherd-poet's eyes...
Сторінка 159 - ... the setting sun's pathetic light Engendered, hangs o'er Eildon's triple height : Spirits of power, assembled there, complain For kindred power departing from their sight ; While Tweed, best pleased in chanting a blithe strain, Saddens his voice again, and yet again. Lift up your hearts, ye mourners ! for the might Of the whole world's good wishes with him goes ; Blessings and prayers in nobler retinue Than sceptred king or laurelled conqueror knows, Follow this wondrous potentate. Be true, Ye...