The Living Age, Volumen252E. Littell & Company, 1907 |
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... Darent looked at them . " At Simla - appropriate , " he allowed . " On a Jhelum house - boat - just possi- ble . Here - frankly ridiculous . " Mrs. Palliser fingered her necklace pensively . " Now , why ? " she argued . " What be- comes ...
... Darent looked at them . " At Simla - appropriate , " he allowed . " On a Jhelum house - boat - just possi- ble . Here - frankly ridiculous . " Mrs. Palliser fingered her necklace pensively . " Now , why ? " she argued . " What be- comes ...
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... Darent se- verely . " It's his duty . ” " And his pleasure . " " The dear old thing ! " commented Mrs. Palliser as she stood up . sighed as she held out her hand . She " Good - night , " she said . " To - morrow shall be a day of ...
... Darent se- verely . " It's his duty . ” " And his pleasure . " " The dear old thing ! " commented Mrs. Palliser as she stood up . sighed as she held out her hand . She " Good - night , " she said . " To - morrow shall be a day of ...
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... Darent stared down the drop and said some- thing monosyllabic . " Five hundred yards ! " he estimated dejectedly , " and among all those trees ! No good - from here . " Sitka pointed to the right . " We descend by the far side of the ...
... Darent stared down the drop and said some- thing monosyllabic . " Five hundred yards ! " he estimated dejectedly , " and among all those trees ! No good - from here . " Sitka pointed to the right . " We descend by the far side of the ...
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... Darent and Sitka were already directing their steps . Ten minutes later Hurput's third and last interview with the human enemy took place . As he rolled up the aisle of pines a hated odor reached his nostrils and lifted him menacingly ...
... Darent and Sitka were already directing their steps . Ten minutes later Hurput's third and last interview with the human enemy took place . As he rolled up the aisle of pines a hated odor reached his nostrils and lifted him menacingly ...
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... Darent's pace quickened ; he wheeled round the angle of a fallen tree and strode - almost into the arms of Mrs. Palliser . She showed no surprise . He recog- nized in a moment that she had been waiting for him . But he noted , too ...
... Darent's pace quickened ; he wheeled round the angle of a fallen tree and strode - almost into the arms of Mrs. Palliser . She showed no surprise . He recog- nized in a moment that she had been waiting for him . But he noted , too ...
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Página 693 - Will't please you rise? We'll meet The company below, then. I repeat, The Count your master's known munificence Is ample warrant that no just pretence Of mine for dowry will be disallowed; Though his fair daughter's self, as I avowed At starting, is my object. Nay, we'll go Together down, sir. Notice Neptune, though, Taming a sea-horse, thought a rarity, Which Claus of Innsbruck cast in bronze for me!
Página 187 - Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure. Others I see whom these surround; Smiling they live, and call life pleasure ; To me that cup has been dealt in another measure.
Página 187 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...
Página 314 - Even such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust ; Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days ; But from this earth, this grave, this dust. My God shall raise me up, I trust ! ELIZABETHAN MISCELLANIES.
Página 187 - Our revels now are ended... These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air, And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind: we are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep..
Página 389 - The waters which fall from this horrible precipice do foam and boil after the most hideous manner imaginable, making an outrageous noise, more terrible than that of thunder ; for when the wind blows out of the south their dismal roaring may be heard more than fifteen leagues off.
Página 138 - I remember the black wharves and the slips, And the sea-tides tossing free ; And Spanish sailors with bearded lips. And the beauty and mystery of the ships, And the magic of the sea. And the voice of that wayward song Is singing and saying still: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Página 73 - At the usual evening hour the chapel bell began to toll, and Thomas Newcome's hands outside the bed feebly beat time. And just as the last bell struck, a peculiar sweet smile shone over his face, and he lifted up his head a little, and quickly said, " Adsum !
Página 528 - Will have been lost — the help in strife, The thousand sweet, still joys of such As hand in hand face earthly life...
Página 137 - See how distance seems to set off respect ! And here the same lady, or another, (for likeness is identity on teacups,) is stepping into a little fairy boat, moored on the hither side of this calm garden river, with a dainty mincing foot, which in a right angle of incidence (as angles go in our world) must infallibly land her in the midst of a flowery mead a furlong off on the other side of the same strange stream ! Farther on — if far or near can be predicated of their world — see horses, trees,...