Literary Frivolities, Fancies, Follies and FrolicsChatto and Windus, 1880 - 288 oldal |
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William T. Dobson. 579 43 161 06 NOTE . HERE the authorship of any of the ex-. 11445,41 Kind . FEB 9 1881.
William T. Dobson. 579 43 161 06 NOTE . HERE the authorship of any of the ex-. 11445,41 Kind . FEB 9 1881.
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William T. Dobson. 579 43 161 06 NOTE . HERE the authorship of any of the ex-. 11445,41 Kind . FEB 9 1881.
William T. Dobson. 579 43 161 06 NOTE . HERE the authorship of any of the ex-. 11445,41 Kind . FEB 9 1881.
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... kind of work , as in some others , difficulty and expected applause are frequently great incen- tives . With many writers , more particularly in former times , various curious styles of composi- tion were much in favour - one , for ...
... kind of work , as in some others , difficulty and expected applause are frequently great incen- tives . With many writers , more particularly in former times , various curious styles of composi- tion were much in favour - one , for ...
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... kind of micro- scopic skill by writing so small that their work appeared to the naked eye only as a mere wavy line . Laborious ingenuity of these various kinds , so far from being discouraged , was rather pleasur- ably indulged in by ...
... kind of micro- scopic skill by writing so small that their work appeared to the naked eye only as a mere wavy line . Laborious ingenuity of these various kinds , so far from being discouraged , was rather pleasur- ably indulged in by ...
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... kind is said to have written a distich in golden letters , which he enclosed in the rind of a grain of corn . Of these microscopic writers , Peter Bales , an eminent writing - master of his day , who kept a school near the Old Bailey ...
... kind is said to have written a distich in golden letters , which he enclosed in the rind of a grain of corn . Of these microscopic writers , Peter Bales , an eminent writing - master of his day , who kept a school near the Old Bailey ...
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Literary Frivolities, Fancies, Follies and Frolics (Classic Reprint) William T. Dobson Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2015 |
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152. oldal - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die.
177. oldal - A combination and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man: This was your husband.
39. oldal - Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting sun: Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light!
158. oldal - FLUTTERING spread thy purple pinions, Gentle Cupid, o'er my heart ; I a slave in thy dominions ; Nature must give way to art. Mild Arcadians, ever blooming, Nightly nodding o'er your flocks, See my weary days consuming, All beneath yon flowery rocks.
149. oldal - Oh ! ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay ; I never loved a tree or flower, But 'twas the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear gazelle, To glad me with its soft black eye, • But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die...
265. oldal - Who hath woe ? who hath sorrow ? who hath contentions? who hath babbling? who hath wounds without cause ? who hath redness of eyes ? They that tarry long at the wine ; they that go to seek mixed wine. Look not thou upon the wine when it is red, when it giveth his colour in the cup, when it moveth itself aright. At the last it biteth like a serpent, and stingeth like an adder.
274. oldal - 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, Was not spoken of the soul.
155. oldal - And he said unto me, Son of man, can these bones live ? And I answered, O Lord God, thou knowest.
280. oldal - Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's wife, nor his ox, if you love me as I love you no knife can cut our love in two.
274. oldal - Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each tomorrow Find us farther than today.