Temple Bar, Volumen108George Augustus Sala, Edmund Yates Ward and Lock, 1896 |
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... hands because it has wings . Genius flies , talent - the metaphor harks down- walks on its hands and feet . But what made you think he had no talent ? " " His work was always very careless and showed no very distinct promise ...
... hands because it has wings . Genius flies , talent - the metaphor harks down- walks on its hands and feet . But what made you think he had no talent ? " " His work was always very careless and showed no very distinct promise ...
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... hand , any tendency in Carlingford to idealism might be encouraged by Manvers indirectly . He would find it ... hands . " CHAPTER VIII . MANVERS ' good intention of taking a holiday had presumably gone to pave the worst of roads , for ...
... hand , any tendency in Carlingford to idealism might be encouraged by Manvers indirectly . He would find it ... hands . " CHAPTER VIII . MANVERS ' good intention of taking a holiday had presumably gone to pave the worst of roads , for ...
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... hand in the air deprecatingly . " Oh , don't make repartees during a thunderstorm . They so seldom mean anything , in fact the best repartees mean nothing ; and they give a nervous shock to the reparteee - if I may coin a word . Also he ...
... hand in the air deprecatingly . " Oh , don't make repartees during a thunderstorm . They so seldom mean anything , in fact the best repartees mean nothing ; and they give a nervous shock to the reparteee - if I may coin a word . Also he ...
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... hand and was looking at him , as if she was waiting eagerly to hear something more . But Tom apparently was unconscious of her look , and she took up her brush again . Tom tilted his hat a little more over his eyes , and took out his ...
... hand and was looking at him , as if she was waiting eagerly to hear something more . But Tom apparently was unconscious of her look , and she took up her brush again . Tom tilted his hat a little more over his eyes , and took out his ...
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... hand - the circumstances of his life and his own active temperament never allowed him to be idle . Besides his official duties he completed the revision of a translation of Plutarch which he had undertaken while in America , and he gave ...
... hand - the circumstances of his life and his own active temperament never allowed him to be idle . Besides his official duties he completed the revision of a translation of Plutarch which he had undertaken while in America , and he gave ...
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Página 396 - And all their echoes mourn. The willows and the hazel copses green Shall now no more be seen Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays. As killing as the canker to the rose...
Página 392 - Midst others of less note, came one frail Form, A phantom among men; companionless As the last cloud of an expiring storm Whose thunder is its knell; he, as I guess, Had gazed on Nature's naked loveliness, Actaeon-like, and now he fled astray With feeble steps o'er the world's wilderness, And his own thoughts, along that rugged way, Pursued, like raging hounds, their father and their prey.
Página 394 - Too rare, too rare, grow now my visits here! 'Mid city-noise, not, as with thee of yore, Thyrsis! in reach of sheep-bells is my home. — Then through the great town's harsh, heart-wearying roar, Let in thy voice a whisper often come, To chase fatigue and fear: Why faintest thou? I wandered till I died. Roam on! The light we sought is shining still. Dost thou ask -proof? Our tree yet crowns the hill, Our Scholar travels yet the loved hillside.
Página 200 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Página 391 - Pass, till the Spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to a slope of green access, Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread.
Página 200 - The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night It came again, with a great wakening light, And showed the names whom love of God had blest, And, lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest.
Página 536 - Paulo Purganti and his Wife." JOHNSON. " Sir, there is nothing there, but that his wife wanted to be kissed, when poor Paulo was out of pocket. No, Sir, Prior is a lady's book. No lady is ashamed to have it standing in her library.
Página 200 - ... his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold : Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, " What writest thou ?" The vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Página 337 - Car nous voulons la Nuance encor, Pas la couleur, rien que la nuance! Oh! la nuance seule fiance Le rêve au rêve et la flûte au cor!
Página 35 - It fortifies my soul to know That, though I perish, Truth is so : That, howsoe'er I stray and range, Whate'er I do, Thou dost not change. I steadier step when I recall That, if I slip, Thou dost not falL 'PERCHE PENSA?