The Metropolitan, Volumen53James Cochrane, 1848 |
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... poor maestro , " clse I shall be inclined to take the part of Macduff . Come , let us have the terzetto from " I bacchanali di Roma . " The signor and his pupil both gave a look of disappointment , but proceeded at once to arange the ...
... poor maestro , " clse I shall be inclined to take the part of Macduff . Come , let us have the terzetto from " I bacchanali di Roma . " The signor and his pupil both gave a look of disappointment , but proceeded at once to arange the ...
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... poor circum- stances , was much grieved at this . He confessed that all the money he had bestowed upon my education and preparation at college for the ministry , might as well have been scattered to the four winds , and that how I was ...
... poor circum- stances , was much grieved at this . He confessed that all the money he had bestowed upon my education and preparation at college for the ministry , might as well have been scattered to the four winds , and that how I was ...
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... poor girl , weeping and leaning on my breast , " you at least are my friend . I can trust in you ! " I can better express in substance than in dialogue the na- ture of this interview ; for the excitement under which she la- boured , the ...
... poor girl , weeping and leaning on my breast , " you at least are my friend . I can trust in you ! " I can better express in substance than in dialogue the na- ture of this interview ; for the excitement under which she la- boured , the ...
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... poor invalid grew to her heart , to her prayers , to her secret thoughts ; his name seemed no longer strange in them , but , as dearly and closely associated as the others so pre- ciously rememberful ; and when , with his thin blue lips ...
... poor invalid grew to her heart , to her prayers , to her secret thoughts ; his name seemed no longer strange in them , but , as dearly and closely associated as the others so pre- ciously rememberful ; and when , with his thin blue lips ...
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... poor thing that was less , far , than he deserved , but how could she help her nature ? The lady's dress was gay and dazzling in the uncomfortable , ill - assorted apartment ; and whether being a new one , as her little son had hinted ...
... poor thing that was less , far , than he deserved , but how could she help her nature ? The lady's dress was gay and dazzling in the uncomfortable , ill - assorted apartment ; and whether being a new one , as her little son had hinted ...
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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...