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She only wishes it all over , and she lain down to have one last good cry in the
dark , and a long sleep . Meanwhile time passes , and she must soon set forth
upon that via dolorosa , at the end of which she is to murder her dearest hopes ,
and ...
She only wishes it all over , and she lain down to have one last good cry in the
dark , and a long sleep . Meanwhile time passes , and she must soon set forth
upon that via dolorosa , at the end of which she is to murder her dearest hopes ,
and ...
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It is precisely because poor Benoit is such an innocent lamb that I am scrupulous
- " “ If he were a wolf , your scruples would , I believe , be still greater ; but I wish
to put an end to this discussion . Of the 40 , 000 francs you have agreed to give ...
It is precisely because poor Benoit is such an innocent lamb that I am scrupulous
- " “ If he were a wolf , your scruples would , I believe , be still greater ; but I wish
to put an end to this discussion . Of the 40 , 000 francs you have agreed to give ...
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This I have proved by consenting to place , at your wish , another ten thousand
francs in his hands . I have not a single word to say against him myself , but — but
you surely must be able to guess what I am going to say . It is on Adolphine ' s ...
This I have proved by consenting to place , at your wish , another ten thousand
francs in his hands . I have not a single word to say against him myself , but — but
you surely must be able to guess what I am going to say . It is on Adolphine ' s ...
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Thus we salute thee with our early song , Fair daffodils , we weep to see And
welcome thee , and wish thee long . You haste away so soon ; As yet , the early -
rising sun MILTON , 1608 — 1674 . Has not attained his noon . Song to May .
Thus we salute thee with our early song , Fair daffodils , we weep to see And
welcome thee , and wish thee long . You haste away so soon ; As yet , the early -
rising sun MILTON , 1608 — 1674 . Has not attained his noon . Song to May .
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If she does not wish them to be repeated , she should not make such charming
comparisons as that between her star - eyed flower , living by kindness alone ,
and blooming content in a secluded home - nook , and the cold , solitary ,
unmated ...
If she does not wish them to be repeated , she should not make such charming
comparisons as that between her star - eyed flower , living by kindness alone ,
and blooming content in a secluded home - nook , and the cold , solitary ,
unmated ...
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Сторінка 177 - ANNOUNCED by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house 'at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
Сторінка 38 - THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread...
Сторінка 176 - All shod with steel, We hissed along the polished ice in games Confederate, imitative of the chase And woodland pleasures, — the resounding horn, The pack loud chiming, and the hunted hare.
Сторінка 277 - I'll not leave thee, thou lone one! To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them; Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
Сторінка 84 - How oft, at school, with most believing mind, Presageful, have I gazed upon the bars, To watch that fluttering stranger ! and as oft With unclosed lids, already had I dreamt Of my sweet birth-place, and the old church-tower, Whose bells, the poor man's only music, rang From morn to evening, all the hot Fair-day, So sweetly, that they stirred and haunted me With a wild pleasure, falling on mine ear Most like articulate sounds of things to come...
Сторінка 208 - Edward, by the grace of God, king of England, lord of Ireland, and duke of Aquitaine, to all those that these present letters shall hear or see, greeting.
Сторінка 84 - Whether the summer clothe the general earth With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatch Smokes in the sun-thaw; whether the eave-drops fall Heard only in the trances of the blast, Or if the secret ministry of frost Shall hang them up in silent icicles, Quietly shining to the quiet Moon.
Сторінка 97 - Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Сторінка 84 - Inaudible as dreams! the thin blue flame Lies on my low-burnt fire, and quivers not; Only that film, which fluttered on the grate, Still flutters there, the sole unquiet thing. Methinks, its motion in this hush of nature Gives it dim sympathies with me who live, Making it a companionable form, Whose puny flaps and freaks the idling Spirit By its own moods interprets, everywhere Echo or mirror seeking of itself, And makes a toy of Thought.
Сторінка 83 - From dewy sward or thorny spray; All the heaped Autumn's wealth, With a still, mysterious stealth: She will mix these pleasures up Like three fit wines in a cup...