Louise Imogen Guiney: Her Life and Works, 1861-1920Macmillan and Company, 1923 - 348 стор. |
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... writing sometimes seemed , - for she had certain antique principles and preferences which appeared to some prosaic persons scarcely consistent with her American citizenship , -beneath the dancing play of her fancy there was a rock of ...
... writing sometimes seemed , - for she had certain antique principles and preferences which appeared to some prosaic persons scarcely consistent with her American citizenship , -beneath the dancing play of her fancy there was a rock of ...
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... written the more graphically and poignantly in that her own family had never departed from the Catholic faith . " " In Wright's History and Antiquities of the County of Rutland ... London , 1684 , " appears a certain Roger de Geneye ...
... written the more graphically and poignantly in that her own family had never departed from the Catholic faith . " " In Wright's History and Antiquities of the County of Rutland ... London , 1684 , " appears a certain Roger de Geneye ...
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... city below , with the river stealing " " 1 L. I. Guiney , Memories of an Old Girl , " written for the Reunion of the Elmhurst Alumnae , April , 1907 . southward to sea . Clusters of trees screen the convent 10 LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY.
... city below , with the river stealing " " 1 L. I. Guiney , Memories of an Old Girl , " written for the Reunion of the Elmhurst Alumnae , April , 1907 . southward to sea . Clusters of trees screen the convent 10 LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY.
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... written in 1888 , at the age of twenty - seven , this acknowledgment of a debt too few of us are ready to recog- nise is at the same time a profound general truth and an intimate glimpse into the author's mind . But it might in her own ...
... written in 1888 , at the age of twenty - seven , this acknowledgment of a debt too few of us are ready to recog- nise is at the same time a profound general truth and an intimate glimpse into the author's mind . But it might in her own ...
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... written , like Winthrop's , on the march , are capital reading : terse , vital , and graceful . 1859 , he had made his home in the city of his election , Boston , or rather in Roxbury , then unincorporated with it ; and during this same ...
... written , like Winthrop's , on the march , are capital reading : terse , vital , and graceful . 1859 , he had made his home in the city of his election , Boston , or rather in Roxbury , then unincorporated with it ; and during this same ...
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Сторінка 95 - A man so various that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts and nothing long ; But in the course of one revolving moon Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Сторінка 232 - We don't want to fight, but by jingo if we do, We've got the ships, we've got the men, we've got the money too.
Сторінка 158 - And yet as angels, in some brighter dreams, Call to the soul when man doth sleep, So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes, And into glory peep.
Сторінка 175 - How shone for him, through his griefs and gloom, No star of all heaven sends to light our Path to the tomb. Roll on, my song, and to after ages Tell how, disdaining all earth can give. He would have taught men from wisdom's pages The way to live. And tell how trampled, derided, hated. And worn by weakness, disease and wrong, He fled for shelter to God, who mated His soul with song...
Сторінка 157 - Before I understood this place Appointed for my second race, Or taught my soul to fancy ought But a white, celestial thought; When yet I had not walked above A mile or two from my first love, And looking back, at that short space, Could see a glimpse of his bright face; When on some gilded cloud, or flower My gazing soul would dwell an hour, And in those weaker glories spy Some shadows of eternity...
Сторінка xv - SPIRITS of old that bore me, And set me, meek of mind, Between great dreams before me, And deeds as great behind, Knowing humanity my star As first abroad I ride, Shall help me wear with every scar Honour at eventide.
Сторінка 177 - Over dews, over sands, Will I fly for your weal: Your holy, delicate white hands Shall girdle me with steel. At home, in your emerald bowers, From morning's dawn till e'en, You'll pray for me, my flower of flowers, My Dark Rosaleen!
Сторінка 178 - I could kneel all night in prayer, To heal your many ills! And one beamy smile from you Would float like light between My toils and me, my own, my true, My dark Rosaleen! My fond Rosaleen! Would give me life and soul anew, A second life, a soul anew, My dark Rosaleen!
Сторінка 176 - I SEE thee ever in my dreams, Karaman ! Thy hundred hills, thy thousand streams, Karaman, O Karaman ! As when thy gold-bright morning gleams, As when the deepening sunset seams With lines of light thy hills and streams, Karaman...
Сторінка xvi - Oh, give my youth, my faith, my sword, Choice of the heart's desire : A short life in the saddle, Lord ! Not long life by the fire.