The Seer: Or, Common-places Refreshed, 2. kötetRoberts, 1864 |
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8. oldal
... of the ear he feels inclined to give the footboy . Animals , by the nature of things , in their present state , dispose of one another into their respective stomachs , without ill - will on any side . 8 THE SEER . со.
... of the ear he feels inclined to give the footboy . Animals , by the nature of things , in their present state , dispose of one another into their respective stomachs , without ill - will on any side . 8 THE SEER . со.
9. oldal
... side . They keep down the several populations of their neighbors , till time may come when superfluous population of any kind need not exist , and predatory appearances may vanish from the earth , as the wolves have done from England ...
... side . They keep down the several populations of their neighbors , till time may come when superfluous population of any kind need not exist , and predatory appearances may vanish from the earth , as the wolves have done from England ...
13. oldal
... sides ; and you are going to sit down to dinner , or to music , or to take tea , when all of a sudden the cat gives a squall , as if she was mashed ; and you are not sure that the fact is other- wise . Yet she gets in the way again , as ...
... sides ; and you are going to sit down to dinner , or to music , or to take tea , when all of a sudden the cat gives a squall , as if she was mashed ; and you are not sure that the fact is other- wise . Yet she gets in the way again , as ...
29. oldal
... side of gentleness . The human mind is so constructed , that it resists rigor , and yields to softness . A mild word quenches anger , as water quenches the rage of fire ; and , by benignity , any soil may be rendered fruitful . Truth ...
... side of gentleness . The human mind is so constructed , that it resists rigor , and yields to softness . A mild word quenches anger , as water quenches the rage of fire ; and , by benignity , any soil may be rendered fruitful . Truth ...
49. oldal
... side seemed to freeze , Imprisoned in black purgatorial rails : Knights , ladies , praying in dumb orat❜ries , He passeth by ; and his weak spirit fails To think how they may ache in icy hoods and mails . The germ of this thought , or ...
... side seemed to freeze , Imprisoned in black purgatorial rails : Knights , ladies , praying in dumb orat❜ries , He passeth by ; and his weak spirit fails To think how they may ache in icy hoods and mails . The germ of this thought , or ...
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56. oldal - Sudden a thought came like a full-blown rose, Flushing his brow, and in his pained heart Made purple riot: then doth he propose A stratagem that makes the beldame start: "A cruel man and impious thou art...
97. oldal - HOW oft, when thou, my music, music play'st, Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds With thy sweet fingers, when thou gently sway'st The wiry concord that mine ear confounds, Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap To kiss the tender inward of thy hand, Whilst my poor lips, which should that harvest reap, At the wood's boldness by thee blushing stand!
60. oldal - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in sea-weed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees, In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
58. oldal - But to her heart, her heart was voluble, Paining with eloquence her balmy side; As though a tongueless nightingale should swell Her throat in vain, and die, heart-stifled, in her dell.
53. oldal - Fix'd on the floor, saw many a sweeping train Pass by — she heeded not at all: in vain Came many a tiptoe, amorous cavalier, And back retir'd; not cool'd by high disdain, But she saw not: her heart was otherwhere: She sigh'd for Agnes' dreams, the sweetest of the year.
63. oldal - These delicates he heaped with glowing hand On golden dishes and in baskets bright Of wreathed silver : sumptuous they stand In the retired quiet of the night, Filling the chilly room with perfume light. — ' And now, my love, my seraph fair, awake ! Thou art my heaven, and I thine eremite : Open thine eyes, for meek St. Agnes' sake, Or I shall drowse beside thec, so my soul doth ache.
48. oldal - Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold; Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seemed taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith.
77. oldal - The village-clock tolled six— I wheeled about, Proud and exulting like an untired horse That cares not for his home. — All shod with steel We hissed along the polished ice, in games Confederate...
54. oldal - Ah, happy chance! the aged creature came, Shuffling along with ivory-headed wand, To where he stood, hid from the torch's flame, Behind a broad hall-pillar, far beyond The sound of merriment and chorus bland...
52. oldal - The silver, snarling trumpets 'gan to chide : The level chambers, ready with their pride, Were glowing to receive a thousand guests : The carved angels, ever eager-eyed, Stared, where upon their heads the cornice rests, With hair blown back, and wings put cross-wise on their breasts.