Littell's Living Age, Том 206Living Age Company, Incorporated, 1895 |
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... less honestly , so I will confess that I am learned enough to know when somebody else writes a good poem , or paints a good picture , or ence . " composes a good waltz . " The smart young conductor stood in moved imperceptibly along ...
... less honestly , so I will confess that I am learned enough to know when somebody else writes a good poem , or paints a good picture , or ence . " composes a good waltz . " The smart young conductor stood in moved imperceptibly along ...
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... less expensive if so much less free ! Meanwhile , the Bergamot mill - hands around Reggio which suffered so frightfully from the recent earthquakes -are glad to get 1s . for a day of seven- teen hours , and only have two meals a day ...
... less expensive if so much less free ! Meanwhile , the Bergamot mill - hands around Reggio which suffered so frightfully from the recent earthquakes -are glad to get 1s . for a day of seven- teen hours , and only have two meals a day ...
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... less we obey the king or the powers that be , so argues the Ro- man and the southerner , the better . Hence the work done for the govern- ment by those who , for the sake of daily bread alone serve it , is done in a half - hearted way ...
... less we obey the king or the powers that be , so argues the Ro- man and the southerner , the better . Hence the work done for the govern- ment by those who , for the sake of daily bread alone serve it , is done in a half - hearted way ...
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... less than three miles out of town . 66 Coches , " Mary Verney finds , when she is debat- ing how best to reach Claydon after the birth of her baby , " are most infenett dear , " and had no " springes , " so she wisely decided that a ...
... less than three miles out of town . 66 Coches , " Mary Verney finds , when she is debat- ing how best to reach Claydon after the birth of her baby , " are most infenett dear , " and had no " springes , " so she wisely decided that a ...
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... less than half - a - ' ealth , " called a grinning youth from duzzen hours . " the shore to the frowning youths in the But Ann Tod only laughed again boat ; " ' ee was wisht to think as you quite softly . was forced to leave a - caulkin ...
... less than half - a - ' ealth , " called a grinning youth from duzzen hours . " the shore to the frowning youths in the But Ann Tod only laughed again boat ; " ' ee was wisht to think as you quite softly . was forced to leave a - caulkin ...
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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?