Temple Bar, Volumen108George Augustus Sala, Edmund Yates Ward and Lock, 1896 |
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... mornings of steady work , he took sedate exercise in the afternoon , and played whist for an hour or two after hall ; and any routine , when one is surrounded by men who are engaged in similar routines , is deadly . He let old ...
... mornings of steady work , he took sedate exercise in the afternoon , and played whist for an hour or two after hall ; and any routine , when one is surrounded by men who are engaged in similar routines , is deadly . He let old ...
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... morning when he came to see Manvers after breakfast . The latter was already at work , and Tom gazed at " La dame " for some moments with- out speaking . Manvers ' handling of the subject was masterly , and the result appeared to Tom ...
... morning when he came to see Manvers after breakfast . The latter was already at work , and Tom gazed at " La dame " for some moments with- out speaking . Manvers ' handling of the subject was masterly , and the result appeared to Tom ...
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... morning had dawned bright and hot , but before ten o'clock sirocco had sprung up , and whoso walks in the face of sirocco is filled outwardly and inwardly with a fine white dust , most gritty . The sirocco had brought the clouds out of ...
... morning had dawned bright and hot , but before ten o'clock sirocco had sprung up , and whoso walks in the face of sirocco is filled outwardly and inwardly with a fine white dust , most gritty . The sirocco had brought the clouds out of ...
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... morning . I think it's extra- ordinarily good . " " But you don't like it ? " asked Tom . " Is it so terrible if I do ? I don't like it as I like this " -and she looked round largely at the Propylæa- " but it gives me great pleasure to ...
... morning . I think it's extra- ordinarily good . " " But you don't like it ? " asked Tom . " Is it so terrible if I do ? I don't like it as I like this " -and she looked round largely at the Propylæa- " but it gives me great pleasure to ...
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... morning . " " Well , I suppose it must have been something else then , ' said Tom . " What a brilliant solution ! I am inclined to I am inclined to agree with you . " Manvers remained silent for a few moments , balancing in his mind his ...
... morning . " " Well , I suppose it must have been something else then , ' said Tom . " What a brilliant solution ! I am inclined to I am inclined to agree with you . " Manvers remained silent for a few moments , balancing in his mind his ...
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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?