The Living Age, 194. kötetE. Littell & Company, 1892 |
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90. oldal
... Alfred better ; they were such very old friends . They had been schoolfellows long ago , and afterwards , when Walter was at Cambridge and Alfred was an articled clerk in London ( he was by three years the younger of the two ) , there ...
... Alfred better ; they were such very old friends . They had been schoolfellows long ago , and afterwards , when Walter was at Cambridge and Alfred was an articled clerk in London ( he was by three years the younger of the two ) , there ...
91. oldal
... Alfred it might go all right . He remembered , too , that Alfred always dressed carefully and looked his best in the evening and laid himself out to be agreeable . " By the way , Fisher , I wonder if you 66 Very well , Thursday if you ...
... Alfred it might go all right . He remembered , too , that Alfred always dressed carefully and looked his best in the evening and laid himself out to be agreeable . " By the way , Fisher , I wonder if you 66 Very well , Thursday if you ...
152. oldal
... Alfred , I must introduce you to my aunt , Mrs. Baines . Alfred Wimple is an old schoolfellow of mine , Aunt Anne . " The old lady put out her gloved hand with the lace ruffle round the wrist . " I am glad to meet you , " she said ...
... Alfred , I must introduce you to my aunt , Mrs. Baines . Alfred Wimple is an old schoolfellow of mine , Aunt Anne . " The old lady put out her gloved hand with the lace ruffle round the wrist . " I am glad to meet you , " she said ...
155. oldal
... Alfred , he thought . He had been afraid the latter would not wholly enjoy his evening , but the old lady seemed to be making up for Florence's rather scanty attentions . " It is impossible to you to be old , " Mr. Wimple said , still ...
... Alfred , he thought . He had been afraid the latter would not wholly enjoy his evening , but the old lady seemed to be making up for Florence's rather scanty attentions . " It is impossible to you to be old , " Mr. Wimple said , still ...
201. oldal
... Alfred Wimple caught Walter's eye ; he nodded gravely without the least confusion , but he evidently said some- thing quickly and in a low tone to his companion , for they hurried away through one of the station doors . " That horrid Mr ...
... Alfred Wimple caught Walter's eye ; he nodded gravely without the least confusion , but he evidently said some- thing quickly and in a low tone to his companion , for they hurried away through one of the station doors . " That horrid Mr ...
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155. oldal - But thou, that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation : Meek loveliness is round thee spread, A softness still and holy ; The grace of forest charms decayed, And pastoral melancholy.
159. oldal - ... the filial band, That knits me to thy rugged strand ! Still, as I view each well-known scene, Think what is now, and what hath been, Seems as, to me, of all bereft, Sole friends thy woods and streams were left ; And thus I love them better still, Even in extremity of ill. By Yarrow's stream still let me stray, Though none should guide my feeble way ; Still feel the breeze down Ettrick break, Although it chill my withered cheek ; Still lay my head by Teviot stone.
229. oldal - If therefore ye have not been faithful in the unrighteous mammon, who will commit to your trust the true riches ? And if ye have not been faithful in that which is another man's, who shall give you that which is your own...
155. oldal - O that some Minstrel's harp were near, To utter notes of gladness, And chase this silence from the air, That fills my heart with sadness...
323. oldal - Euphrates, and the Arabian fleet might have sailed without a naval combat into the mouth of the Thames. Perhaps the interpretation of the Koran would now be taught in the schools of Oxford, and her pulpits might demonstrate to a circumcised people the sanctity and truth of the revelation of Mahomet.
156. oldal - And if, as Yarrow, through the woods And down the meadow ranging, Did meet us with unaltered face, Though we were changed and changing; If, then, some natural shadows spread Our inward prospect over, The soul's deep valley was not slow Its brightness to recover.
157. oldal - A TROUBLE, not of clouds, or weeping rain, Nor of the setting sun's pathetic light Engendered, hangs o'er Eildon's triple height : Spirits of Power, assembled there, complain For kindred Power departing from their sight ; While Tweed, best pleased in chanting a blithe strain, Saddens his voice again, and yet again.
184. oldal - Choose well ; your choice is Brief, and yet endless. Here eyes do regard you, In Eternity's stillness; Here is all fulness, Ye brave, to reward you; Work, and despair not.
157. oldal - WHEN first, descending from the Moorlands, I saw the Stream of Yarrow glide Along a bare and open valley, The Ettrick Shepherd was my guide. When last along its banks I wandered, Through groves that had begun to shed Their golden leaves upon the pathways, My steps the Border-minstrel led. The Mighty Minstrel breathes no longer, Mid mouldering ruins low he lies ; And death upon the braes of Yarrow, Has closed the Shepherd-poet's eyes...
157. oldal - ... the setting sun's pathetic light Engendered, hangs o'er Eildon's triple height : Spirits of power, assembled there, complain For kindred power departing from their sight ; While Tweed, best pleased in chanting a blithe strain, Saddens his voice again, and yet again. Lift up your hearts, ye mourners ! for the might Of the whole world's good wishes with him goes ; Blessings and prayers in nobler retinue Than sceptred king or laurelled conqueror knows, Follow this wondrous potentate. Be true, Ye...