The Living Age, Volumen154E. Littell & Company, 1882 |
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... gave her a look of anguish which brought the girl to her knees in compunc- tion and remorse . " Oh , forgive me , Car ! but why , why do you do it ? " she cried . Lady Lindores had come softly in to give her child her good - night kiss ...
... gave her a look of anguish which brought the girl to her knees in compunc- tion and remorse . " Oh , forgive me , Car ! but why , why do you do it ? " she cried . Lady Lindores had come softly in to give her child her good - night kiss ...
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... gave him a twinge of ludicrous pain . It was poetic justice . He had faltered and said no , in order to be encouraged and made to say yes , and his vanity and false modesty , he thought , had got their reward . And all this for Rintoul ...
... gave him a twinge of ludicrous pain . It was poetic justice . He had faltered and said no , in order to be encouraged and made to say yes , and his vanity and false modesty , he thought , had got their reward . And all this for Rintoul ...
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... gave England a distinct advantage over her neighbors on the Continent . Owing to the denudation that has hollowed out the surface of the country , and the subsidence that has depressed the shoreward tracts beneath the sea , the coast ...
... gave England a distinct advantage over her neighbors on the Continent . Owing to the denudation that has hollowed out the surface of the country , and the subsidence that has depressed the shoreward tracts beneath the sea , the coast ...
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... gave was because the rest were foul and he thought he should not get foul linen into the Portmanteau . For he never dreamt it might be washed on the way . My shirts are all foul now , and by his reasoning I fear he will leave them at ...
... gave was because the rest were foul and he thought he should not get foul linen into the Portmanteau . For he never dreamt it might be washed on the way . My shirts are all foul now , and by his reasoning I fear he will leave them at ...
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- and it was to the old master - teacher she gave welcome , with the thought that the same friendship which had existed then would continue now . Jack laughed , and it was a hard , bitter laugh he gave . " You seem to forget that you ...
- and it was to the old master - teacher she gave welcome , with the thought that the same friendship which had existed then would continue now . Jack laughed , and it was a hard , bitter laugh he gave . " You seem to forget that you ...
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Página 525 - The lonely mountains o'er And the resounding shore A voice of weeping heard, and loud lament; From haunted spring and dale Edged with poplar pale The parting Genius is with sighing sent; With flower-inwoven tresses torn The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.
Página 24 - Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings? Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again! Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sang As if her song could have no ending...
Página 240 - Thoughts hardly to be packed Into a narrow act, Fancies that broke through language and escaped; All I could never be, All, men ignored in me, This, I was worth to God, whose wheel the pitcher shaped.
Página 241 - Then, welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand, but go! Be our joys three parts pain! Strive, and hold cheap the strain; Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!
Página 522 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore. There is society where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not man the less, but nature more...
Página 241 - For thence— a paradox Which comforts while it mocks— Shall life succeed in that it seems to fail: What I aspired to be, And was not, comforts me; A brute I might have been, but would not sink i
Página 240 - All we have willed or hoped or dreamed of good shall exist; Not its semblance, but itself; no beauty, nor good, nor power Whose voice has gone forth, but each survives for the melodist When eternity affirms the conception of an hour. The high that proved too high, the heroic for earth too hard, The passion that left the ground to lose itself in the sky, Are music sent up to God by the lover and the bard; Enough that he heard it once: we shall hear it by and by.
Página 233 - THIS is her picture as she was : It seems a thing to wonder on, As though mine image in the glass Should tarry when myself am gone. I gaze until she seems to stir, — Until mine eyes almost aver That now, even now, the sweet lips part To breathe the words of the sweet heart : — And yet the earth is over her.
Página 237 - Listen alone beside the sea, Listen alone among the woods ; Those voices of twin solitudes Shall have one sound alike to thee : Hark where the murmurs of thronged men Surge and sink back and surge again, — Still the one voice of wave and tree.
Página 240 - There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before; The evil is null, is naught, is silence implying sound; What was good shall be good, with, for evil, so much good more; On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven a perfect round.