Daisy's Necklace: and what Came of it: (a Literary Episode.)Derby & Jackson, 1857 - 225 стор. |
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... turned his eyes on Bell . " Bell , " said he , quietly , " as you sit there in the shadows , with your beautiful hair folded over your forehead , you look like an angel ! " " Do I ? " " I can put my hand on your neck , yet you seem far ...
... turned his eyes on Bell . " Bell , " said he , quietly , " as you sit there in the shadows , with your beautiful hair folded over your forehead , you look like an angel ! " " Do I ? " " I can put my hand on your neck , yet you seem far ...
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... turning everything to pearl . The wind whistled odd tunes down the chimney ; the plum - tree brushed against the house , and the hail played a merry tattoo on the window - glass . How the logs blazed in the sitting room ! & Bell did not ...
... turning everything to pearl . The wind whistled odd tunes down the chimney ; the plum - tree brushed against the house , and the hail played a merry tattoo on the window - glass . How the logs blazed in the sitting room ! & Bell did not ...
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... turned down : not a ray of light stole through them , only the spicy air . There was something solemn stalking in the entries , and all through the house . It seemed as if there was a corpse in every room . The way the chairs were ...
... turned down : not a ray of light stole through them , only the spicy air . There was something solemn stalking in the entries , and all through the house . It seemed as if there was a corpse in every room . The way the chairs were ...
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... turned his eyes to the city in the dim distance the great city- ocean , with no one to point out to him its sunken reefs , its quicksands , and maelstroms . Next to Bell's grave he placed a simple tablet to the memory of his father ...
... turned his eyes to the city in the dim distance the great city- ocean , with no one to point out to him its sunken reefs , its quicksands , and maelstroms . Next to Bell's grave he placed a simple tablet to the memory of his father ...
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... turning over the leaves of the invoice book . " In thirteen pages there are no less than two blots and five erasures . You have grown careless in your penmanship lately ; " and Mr. Flint closes the book with a report like that of a ...
... turning over the leaves of the invoice book . " In thirteen pages there are no less than two blots and five erasures . You have grown careless in your penmanship lately ; " and Mr. Flint closes the book with a report like that of a ...
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Сторінка 134 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for Heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven: Porphyro grew faint: She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Сторінка 90 - Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play!
Сторінка 196 - Our revels now are ended... These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air, And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind: we are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep..
Сторінка 134 - Anon his heart revives: her vespers done, Of all its wreathed pearls her hair she frees; Unclasps her warmed jewels one by one; Loosens her fragrant boddice; by degrees Her rich attire creeps rustling to her knees: Half-hidden, like a mermaid in seaweed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees, In fancy, fair St.
Сторінка 134 - Of fruits and flowers and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device, Innumerable of stains and splendid dyes As are the tiger-moth's deep-damask'd wings ; And in the midst, 'mong thousand heraldries And twilight saints and dim emblazonings, A shielded 'scutcheon blush'd with blood of queens and kings.
Сторінка 130 - FULL knee-deep lies the winter snow, And the winter winds are wearily sighing : Toll ye the church-bell sad and slow, And tread softly and speak low, For the old year lies a-dying.
Сторінка 91 - O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a...
Сторінка 90 - O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Сторінка 130 - Toll ye the church-bell sad and slow And tread softly and speak low, For the old year lies a-dying. Old year, you must not die; You came to us so readily, You lived with us so steadily, Old year, you shall not die.
Сторінка 134 - ST AGNES' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold; Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seemed taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith.