 | George Augustus Sala, Edmund Yates - 1893 - 636 стор.
...that, even when cabined and confined by conventional verse-forms, flames and dances in its bounds. "I'll walk where my own nature would be leading; It vexes me to choose another guide," she cries in proud independence, and echoes the prayer of ' The Old Stoic': "Riches I hold in light... | |
 | Mrs. Humphry Ward - 1910 - 554 стор.
...life again. And this time I shall live it in my own way, for my own ends. I'm very tired. Henceforth "I'll walk where my own nature would be leading — it vexes me to choose another guide." ' And as she spoke the words of one of the chainless souls of history, in a voice passionately full... | |
 | 1912 - 440 стор.
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 | Henry Mills Alden, Thomas Bucklin Wells, Lee Foster Hartman - 1902 - 1042 стор.
...again. And this time I shall live it in my own way — for my own ends. I'm very tired! Henceforth 'I'll walk where my own nature would be leading, — it vexes me to choose another guide!'" And as she spoke the word* of one of the chainless souls of history, in a voice passionately full and... | |
 | 1918 - 2062 стор.
...high, morality, , And not among the half-distinguished faces, The clouded forms of long-past history. Stevenso ?R/ gray flocks in ferny glens are feeding; Where the wild wind blows on the mountain side. What have those... | |
 | Laurence Binyon - 1924 - 394 стор.
...high morality, And not among the half-distinguished faces, The clouded forms of long-past history. I'll walk where my own nature would be leading : It vexes me to choose another guide: Where the gray flocks in ferny glens are feeding ; Where the wild wind blows on the mountain side. What have... | |
 | Victor Clinton Clinton-Baddeley - 1928 - 332 стор.
...patterns of the trees), till you come, at last, back to the pebble ridge and the sea. CHAPTER III DARTMOOR I'll walk where my own nature would be leading : It vexes me to choose another guide : Where the gray flocks in ferny glens are feeding ; Where the wild wind blows on the mountain side. EMILY BKONTE.... | |
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I'll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide: Where the gray flocks in ferny glens are feeding; Where the wild wind blows on the mountain side. 
