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... Papa , dear papa , I have been seeking you every- where ; Mary told me I should find you in the park . It is such a beautiful evening for a walk . ” " It is a lovely evening , and the old place is beautiful exceedingly , " said Mr ...
... Papa , dear papa , I have been seeking you every- where ; Mary told me I should find you in the park . It is such a beautiful evening for a walk . ” " It is a lovely evening , and the old place is beautiful exceedingly , " said Mr ...
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... papa , " exclaimed the first speaker , who had * Florence , exult ! for thou so mightily Hast thriven , that o'er land and sea thy wings Thou beatest , and thy name spreads over hell . Inferno , canto 26 . gained the terrace , and stood ...
... papa , " exclaimed the first speaker , who had * Florence , exult ! for thou so mightily Hast thriven , that o'er land and sea thy wings Thou beatest , and thy name spreads over hell . Inferno , canto 26 . gained the terrace , and stood ...
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... this terrible dilemma . Dr. Leicester was wandering in the gardens , in a very disconsolate mood , when a light step rapidly approached , and a little hand was laid upon his arm . с " Dear Doctor , have you seen papa ? " FLORENCE . 17.
... this terrible dilemma . Dr. Leicester was wandering in the gardens , in a very disconsolate mood , when a light step rapidly approached , and a little hand was laid upon his arm . с " Dear Doctor , have you seen papa ? " FLORENCE . 17.
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M E. Hammond. " Dear Doctor , have you seen papa ? " The Rector started , hastily brushed the moisture from his eye , and took the little girl's hand in silence . The beauty of the child did not tend to restore his equa- nimity . He ...
M E. Hammond. " Dear Doctor , have you seen papa ? " The Rector started , hastily brushed the moisture from his eye , and took the little girl's hand in silence . The beauty of the child did not tend to restore his equa- nimity . He ...
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... papa ? " she said anxiously . She esteemed it the property of Carlos ' future pro- tector , and longed to decipher the name . " As you please , " said Mr. Dudley , absently . Flo- rence thrust it into her bosom . The father and daughter ...
... papa ? " she said anxiously . She esteemed it the property of Carlos ' future pro- tector , and longed to decipher the name . " As you please , " said Mr. Dudley , absently . Flo- rence thrust it into her bosom . The father and daughter ...
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Стр. 8 - Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight.
Стр. 188 - Light quirks of music, broken and uneven, Make the soul dance upon a jig to heaven. On painted ceilings you devoutly stare, Where sprawl the saints of Verrio or Laguerre, On gilded clouds in fair expansion lie, And bring all paradise before your eye.
Стр. 60 - What soul was his, when, from the naked top Of some bold headland, he beheld the sun Rise up, and bathe the world in light...
Стр. 94 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face; That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Стр. 1 - THE stately Homes of England, How beautiful they stand ! Amidst their tall ancestral trees, O'er all the pleasant land. The deer across their greensward bound, Through shade and sunny gleam, And the swan glides past them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream.
Стр. 50 - With downcast eyes and modest grace; For well she knew, I could not choose But gaze upon her face. I told her of the Knight that wore Upon his shield a burning brand; And that for ten long years he wooed The Lady of the Land. I told her how he pined: and ah! The deep, the low, the pleading tone With which I sang another's love, Interpreted my own.
Стр. 85 - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow ; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And, with some sweet, oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff, Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct.
Стр. 11 - The time would e'er be o'er, And I on thee should look my last, And thou shouldst smile no more! And still upon that face I look, And think 'twill smile again ; And still the thought I will not brook, That I must look in vain ! But when I speak— thou dost not say What thou ne'er...
Стр. 211 - Mortals, that would follow me, Love Virtue ; she alone is free. She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime; Or, if Virtue feeble were, Heaven itself would stoop to her.
Стр. 79 - The story of Cambuscan bold, Of Camball, and of Algarsife, And who had Canace to wife, That owned the virtuous ring and glass, And of the wondrous horse of brass On which the Tartar king did ride; And if aught else great bards beside In sage and solemn tunes have sung, Of turneys, and of trophies hung, Of forests, and enchantments drear, Where more is meant than meets the ear.