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By the Window grows a jasmine , flower beloved in all recorded ages , like the
hyacinth , that most classical of flowers , compared with which the rose is a
modern invention . And Adelaide pensively plucks the jasmine flowers ; and
during all ...
By the Window grows a jasmine , flower beloved in all recorded ages , like the
hyacinth , that most classical of flowers , compared with which the rose is a
modern invention . And Adelaide pensively plucks the jasmine flowers ; and
during all ...
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With these words he rose and went on shore with Mr . Gray , the New Yorker ,
and several others . “ Wood - pile - wood - pile ! " the mate ' s voice now sounded
through the ' tweendecks and the workmen ' s bunks , which were in a little room
in ...
With these words he rose and went on shore with Mr . Gray , the New Yorker ,
and several others . “ Wood - pile - wood - pile ! " the mate ' s voice now sounded
through the ' tweendecks and the workmen ' s bunks , which were in a little room
in ...
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I see her still , " wrote one , “ clad in rose - colour , without any ornament in her
fine brown hair , light as a bird , yet full of nobleness in all her movements ; and I
remember with what a tender and just pride the old Grand Duke of Weimar fixed ...
I see her still , " wrote one , “ clad in rose - colour , without any ornament in her
fine brown hair , light as a bird , yet full of nobleness in all her movements ; and I
remember with what a tender and just pride the old Grand Duke of Weimar fixed ...
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After long grief and praying , the Duchess rose and put on that dress of mourning
which she never afterwards laid aside . We have seen the closing of this first
sorrowful phase in the career of the Duchess of Orleans . In the death of her
young ...
After long grief and praying , the Duchess rose and put on that dress of mourning
which she never afterwards laid aside . We have seen the closing of this first
sorrowful phase in the career of the Duchess of Orleans . In the death of her
young ...
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կիOS - Tunis is the month of roses , the sixth of the year , deriving its name , as
some say , from no less a personage than Juno , the wife of Jupiter , " King of
Gods and Men . " Others say that it is derived à junioribus ( from young people ) ...
կիOS - Tunis is the month of roses , the sixth of the year , deriving its name , as
some say , from no less a personage than Juno , the wife of Jupiter , " King of
Gods and Men . " Others say that it is derived à junioribus ( from young people ) ...
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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...