Contributions to the Edinburgh ReviewD. Appleton and Company, 1873 - 762 oldal |
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... thee fast , ' said she , and kiss thee here on the open street , and kiss thee till thou promise what I want . I shall die of laughing , ' she con- tinued : By this familiarity the good people here must take me for thy wife of four ...
... thee fast , ' said she , and kiss thee here on the open street , and kiss thee till thou promise what I want . I shall die of laughing , ' she con- tinued : By this familiarity the good people here must take me for thy wife of four ...
113. oldal
... thee . Let me never hear such another speech . If you are angry , then am I unhappy , ' said Phi lina , springing up , and hastening from the room . • Ah ! ' " Wilhelm still held that lovely hand in both he noticed , with extreme ...
... thee . Let me never hear such another speech . If you are angry , then am I unhappy , ' said Phi lina , springing up , and hastening from the room . • Ah ! ' " Wilhelm still held that lovely hand in both he noticed , with extreme ...
119. oldal
... thee . Give me back my Mariana ! She is living ! she is near at hand ! Not in vain didst thou choose this late lonely hour to visit me ; not in vain hast thou prepared me by thy most delicious rearrative , Where is she ? where hast thou ...
... thee . Give me back my Mariana ! She is living ! she is near at hand ! Not in vain didst thou choose this late lonely hour to visit me ; not in vain hast thou prepared me by thy most delicious rearrative , Where is she ? where hast thou ...
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... thee , swallowing down Thy yet close - folded latitude of boughs , And all thine embryo vastness , as a gulp ! But fate thy growth decreed ; autumnal rains , Beneath thy parent tree , mellow'd the soil Design'd thy cradle , and a ...
... thee , swallowing down Thy yet close - folded latitude of boughs , And all thine embryo vastness , as a gulp ! But fate thy growth decreed ; autumnal rains , Beneath thy parent tree , mellow'd the soil Design'd thy cradle , and a ...
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... thee ; pray thee go , for I am very busy : when he came out of his closet I revived my suit ; he kissed me , and talked of other things . At supper I would eat nothing ; he as usual sat by me , and drank often to me , which was his ...
... thee ; pray thee go , for I am very busy : when he came out of his closet I revived my suit ; he kissed me , and talked of other things . At supper I would eat nothing ; he as usual sat by me , and drank often to me , which was his ...
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319. oldal - Give me my Romeo, and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish Sun.
345. oldal - And decks the lily fair in flow'ry pride, Would, in the way His wisdom sees the best, For them and for their little ones provide; But, chiefly, in their hearts with Grace Divine preside.
381. oldal - His back against a rock he bore, And firmly placed his foot before : — " Come one, come all ! this rock shall fly From its firm base as soon as I...
317. oldal - This was the noblest Roman of them all : All the conspirators, save only he, Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He only, in a general honest thought, And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle; and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, This was a man!
318. oldal - For time is like a fashionable host, That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer: welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing.
157. oldal - His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men.
337. oldal - I do bear This punishment for both — that thou wilt be One of the blessed— and that I shall die ; For hitherto all hateful things conspire To bind me In existence — in a life Which makes me shrink from immortality — A future like the past. I cannot rest I know not what I ask, nor what I seek : I feel but what thou art — and what I am ; And I would hear yet once before I perish The voice which was my music...
357. oldal - Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow, — When the fiery fight is heard no more, And the storm has ceased to blow.
318. oldal - For honour travels in a strait so narrow, Where one but goes abreast : keep then the path ; For emulation hath a thousand sons That one by one pursue : if you give way, Or hedge aside from the direct forthright, Like to an enter'd tide they all rush by And leave you hindmost...
335. oldal - The future, till the past be gulfd in darkness, It is not of my search. — My mother Earth ! And thou fresh breaking Day, and you, ye Mountains, Why are ye beautiful ? I cannot love ye. And thou, the bright eye of the universe, That openest over all, and unto all Art a delight — thou shin'st not on my heart.