The Metropolitan, Volumen53James Cochrane, 1848 |
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... heart , " continued Orfea . " A quality , " said I , " which sheds increased lustre on the former . " " True , I should like you to become acquainted with her , to judge if such be not really the case , " answered the pupil . " Then you ...
... heart , " continued Orfea . " A quality , " said I , " which sheds increased lustre on the former . " " True , I should like you to become acquainted with her , to judge if such be not really the case , " answered the pupil . " Then you ...
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... heart , which had hitherto been a stranger to it ; it was something more than gratitude . I now felt an interest in all that con- cerned this amiable girl , and her position in the house of Lord Welwyn puzzled me more than all . For ...
... heart , which had hitherto been a stranger to it ; it was something more than gratitude . I now felt an interest in all that con- cerned this amiable girl , and her position in the house of Lord Welwyn puzzled me more than all . For ...
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... heart and the occasion wherein it shone ; sing of the beauties of the river , woodland , rock , and hill ; touch eloquently upon the scenes dear by the memory of boyhood , or rendered immortal in the strains of some great poet . While ...
... heart and the occasion wherein it shone ; sing of the beauties of the river , woodland , rock , and hill ; touch eloquently upon the scenes dear by the memory of boyhood , or rendered immortal in the strains of some great poet . While ...
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... heart bursting with love . The next morning my father called me into his study and placed a letter in my hands . It was fro n a cousin of his , a rich and learned vicar of the Church of England , and intimated the possibility of a ...
... heart bursting with love . The next morning my father called me into his study and placed a letter in my hands . It was fro n a cousin of his , a rich and learned vicar of the Church of England , and intimated the possibility of a ...
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... heart ; hoping in the excitement of success , to find her virtue an easier conquest than in calmer moments . But he found himself mistaken . Orfea spurned his offers with indignation . Not knowing where to seck protection from his ...
... heart ; hoping in the excitement of success , to find her virtue an easier conquest than in calmer moments . But he found himself mistaken . Orfea spurned his offers with indignation . Not knowing where to seck protection from his ...
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Página 349 - TELL me not, in mournful numbers, " Life is but an empty dream ! " For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal ; " Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Página 349 - Let the dead Past bury its dead ! Act, — act in the living Present ! Heart within, and God o'erhead ! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time ; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again. Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate ; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.
Página 349 - Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, — act in the living...
Página 348 - WOODS IN WINTER. WHEN winter winds are piercing chill, And through the hawthorn blows the gale, With solemn feet I tread the hill, That overbrows the lonely vale.
Página 320 - Of Law there can be no less acknowledged than that her seat is the bosom of God ; her voice the harmony of the world ; all things in Heaven and earth do her homage ; the very least as feeling her care, and the greatest as not exempted from her power.
Página 349 - Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle ! Be a hero in the strife!
Página 389 - It is wonderful that five thousand years have now elapsed since the creation of the world, and still it is undecided whether or not there has ever been an instance of the spirit of any person appearing after death. All argument is against it; but all belief is for it.
Página 345 - Like a poet hidden in the light of thought, singing hymns unbidden till the world is wrought to sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not.
Página 441 - For me, I was never so affected with any human Tale. After first reading it, I was totally possessed with it for many days — I dislike all the miraculous part of it, but the feelings of the man under the operation of such scenery dragged me along like Tom Piper's magic whistle.
Página 384 - ... learned that Mr. Higginbotham had in his service an Irishman of doubtful character, whom he had hired without a recommendation, on the score of economy. "May I be hanged myself...