The Metropolitan, Том 53James Cochrane, 1848 |
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... death bed , consigned her to the care of a brother , who had journeyed from Florence at her request . That brother was Bartolommeo . The young Orfea had travelled with him to Italy , and had resided there for several years , during ...
... death bed , consigned her to the care of a brother , who had journeyed from Florence at her request . That brother was Bartolommeo . The young Orfea had travelled with him to Italy , and had resided there for several years , during ...
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... death blow to all my prospects in the church . The vicar was too conscientious a man to recom- mend any one to the holy orders , whose morals were so low as to be taken up with actresses and their addresses , even though that one was ...
... death blow to all my prospects in the church . The vicar was too conscientious a man to recom- mend any one to the holy orders , whose morals were so low as to be taken up with actresses and their addresses , even though that one was ...
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... death . " " Have mercy . " " Mercy ? had you mercy when the defenceless girl asked it at your hands ? and she had not insulted you as you have me . " I marched back a few paces . I raised my arm ; I aimed at my enemy's breast , and ...
... death . " " Have mercy . " " Mercy ? had you mercy when the defenceless girl asked it at your hands ? and she had not insulted you as you have me . " I marched back a few paces . I raised my arm ; I aimed at my enemy's breast , and ...
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... death ! If Sir Thomas exhibit no more wisdom in the choice of his other confidants , the result of his plottings may be readily guessed . I wonder , Louisa , that you have not exerted yourself , in order to snatch this motherless child ...
... death ! If Sir Thomas exhibit no more wisdom in the choice of his other confidants , the result of his plottings may be readily guessed . I wonder , Louisa , that you have not exerted yourself , in order to snatch this motherless child ...
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... death ! Still , to her lips , the dewy breath Clung , as it doth to morning rose , Whose bud the first sun's rays unclose . Still on her cheek , a fresh tint dwelt , Like a suspended blush , that's felt To rush up from the heart , when ...
... death ! Still , to her lips , the dewy breath Clung , as it doth to morning rose , Whose bud the first sun's rays unclose . Still on her cheek , a fresh tint dwelt , Like a suspended blush , that's felt To rush up from the heart , when ...
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Стр. 349 - TELL me not, in mournful numbers, " Life is but an empty dream ! " For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal ; " Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Стр. 349 - Let the dead Past bury its dead ! Act, — act in the living Present ! Heart within, and God o'erhead ! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time ; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again. Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate ; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.
Стр. 349 - Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, — act in the living...
Стр. 348 - WOODS IN WINTER. WHEN winter winds are piercing chill, And through the hawthorn blows the gale, With solemn feet I tread the hill, That overbrows the lonely vale.
Стр. 320 - Of Law there can be no less acknowledged than that her seat is the bosom of God ; her voice the harmony of the world ; all things in Heaven and earth do her homage ; the very least as feeling her care, and the greatest as not exempted from her power.
Стр. 349 - Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle ! Be a hero in the strife!
Стр. 389 - It is wonderful that five thousand years have now elapsed since the creation of the world, and still it is undecided whether or not there has ever been an instance of the spirit of any person appearing after death. All argument is against it; but all belief is for it.
Стр. 345 - Like a poet hidden in the light of thought, singing hymns unbidden till the world is wrought to sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not.
Стр. 441 - For me, I was never so affected with any human Tale. After first reading it, I was totally possessed with it for many days — I dislike all the miraculous part of it, but the feelings of the man under the operation of such scenery dragged me along like Tom Piper's magic whistle.
Стр. 384 - ... learned that Mr. Higginbotham had in his service an Irishman of doubtful character, whom he had hired without a recommendation, on the score of economy. "May I be hanged myself...