Littell's Living Age, Том 206Living Age Company, Incorporated, 1895 |
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... course of my existence , although I have written many which have been thought such . " passed in reading , writing poetry , and The next three years were making love , among the Welsh hills . Some experiments in journalism were made in ...
... course of my existence , although I have written many which have been thought such . " passed in reading , writing poetry , and The next three years were making love , among the Welsh hills . Some experiments in journalism were made in ...
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... course of a conversation . Those who are quite satisfied , sit still and do nothing ; those who are not quite satisfied , are the sole benefactors of the world . There is no funeral so sad to follow as the funeral of our own youth ...
... course of a conversation . Those who are quite satisfied , sit still and do nothing ; those who are not quite satisfied , are the sole benefactors of the world . There is no funeral so sad to follow as the funeral of our own youth ...
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... course , that this is a Redfern I have on . I got it in a hurry , and it does to knock about in . " The plain young woman looked down at her own home - made serge with keen appreciation of the humor of the situa- tion . " I think even ...
... course , that this is a Redfern I have on . I got it in a hurry , and it does to knock about in . " The plain young woman looked down at her own home - made serge with keen appreciation of the humor of the situa- tion . " I think even ...
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... course he insti- tuted proceedings of divorce . The action was quite undefended , and , as soon as it was over , Colonel Whyte married her . " The plain young woman grasped her newspaper more tightly , and turned her back upon the ...
... course he insti- tuted proceedings of divorce . The action was quite undefended , and , as soon as it was over , Colonel Whyte married her . " The plain young woman grasped her newspaper more tightly , and turned her back upon the ...
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... course , to assert that all misfortunes are the fault of the north were , to say the least of it , equally wide of the mark . The hot - headed , unbusiness - like , and sanguine south , has only herself to blame , when she has initiated ...
... course , to assert that all misfortunes are the fault of the north were , to say the least of it , equally wide of the mark . The hot - headed , unbusiness - like , and sanguine south , has only herself to blame , when she has initiated ...
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Стр. 350 - And so beside the Silent Sea I wait the muffled oar ; No harm from Him can come to me On ocean or on shore. I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air ; I only know I cannot drift Beyond His love and care.
Стр. 122 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear: If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, • Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.
Стр. 124 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Стр. 13 - I STROVE with none, for none was worth my strife; Nature I loved, and next to Nature, Art; I warmed both hands before the fire of life; It sinks, and I am ready to depart.
Стр. 125 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown : Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn ; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Стр. 124 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Стр. 125 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!
Стр. 10 - There are no fields of amaranth on this side of the grave; there are no voices, O Rhodope, that are not soon mute, however tuneful; there is no name, with whatever emphasis of passionate love repeated, of which the echo is not faint at last.
Стр. 514 - Yestreen when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw : Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, 1 sigh'd, and said amang them a',
Стр. 123 - As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?