The Metropolitan, Том 53James Cochrane, 1848 |
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... Not yet published ! Then I must indeed give in ; yet I am anxious to learn the composer's name . " " Signor Bartolommeo , sir , which august personage you behold seated there , " said the girl , laughing , Swissiana . 5.
... Not yet published ! Then I must indeed give in ; yet I am anxious to learn the composer's name . " " Signor Bartolommeo , sir , which august personage you behold seated there , " said the girl , laughing , Swissiana . 5.
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seated there , " said the girl , laughing , and pointing to the maestro . " It is a scene from a favorite opera of his , the libretto of which is of a tragic nature , being founded upon the " Macbeth " of your Shakespere . The signor ...
seated there , " said the girl , laughing , and pointing to the maestro . " It is a scene from a favorite opera of his , the libretto of which is of a tragic nature , being founded upon the " Macbeth " of your Shakespere . The signor ...
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... girl , and her position in the house of Lord Welwyn puzzled me more than all . For what cause could she be there ? I knew with what unscrupulous regard some young men , possessed of fortune , pursue an object which can gratify their ...
... girl , and her position in the house of Lord Welwyn puzzled me more than all . For what cause could she be there ? I knew with what unscrupulous regard some young men , possessed of fortune , pursue an object which can gratify their ...
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... girl , weeping and leaning on my breast , " you at least are my friend . I can trust in you ! " I can better express in substance than in dialogue the na- ture of this interview ; for the excitement under which she la- boured , the ...
... girl , weeping and leaning on my breast , " you at least are my friend . I can trust in you ! " I can better express in substance than in dialogue the na- ture of this interview ; for the excitement under which she la- boured , the ...
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... 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 seemed about to fire . " Have you a word to say ere you quit this world ...
... 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 seemed about to fire . " Have you a word to say ere you quit this world ...
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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...