The Living Age, 194. kötetE. Littell & Company, 1892 |
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2. oldal
... poor as poor could be , The years before him lay Dark billows of an unknown sea , No lighthouse on the way . And yet , and yet his elder flute Could bring him comfort true ; He pursed his lips and puffed his cheeks And blew , and blew ...
... poor as poor could be , The years before him lay Dark billows of an unknown sea , No lighthouse on the way . And yet , and yet his elder flute Could bring him comfort true ; He pursed his lips and puffed his cheeks And blew , and blew ...
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... Poor tired child ! " he whispered ; " she is worn out with work . " He went gently up to her side and bent over her , and stooping down , picked up the pen which had fallen from her hand , and replaced it on the inkstaud . He lin- gered ...
... Poor tired child ! " he whispered ; " she is worn out with work . " He went gently up to her side and bent over her , and stooping down , picked up the pen which had fallen from her hand , and replaced it on the inkstaud . He lin- gered ...
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... Poor child ! she is worn out . I am glad I have come home to help her . " Perhaps he would have really gone ; but at that moment the black kettle boiled over , and Elkin Annerley bent down to rescue it from the indignant fire , whilst ...
... Poor child ! she is worn out . I am glad I have come home to help her . " Perhaps he would have really gone ; but at that moment the black kettle boiled over , and Elkin Annerley bent down to rescue it from the indignant fire , whilst ...
57. oldal
... poor little cripple is sure to have a sweet , volu- ble tongue , and his appeals in the name of the Virgin are not to be hearkened to with a deaf ear . So , too , if you wander away into the sunny open space of the Cascine , where the ...
... poor little cripple is sure to have a sweet , volu- ble tongue , and his appeals in the name of the Virgin are not to be hearkened to with a deaf ear . So , too , if you wander away into the sunny open space of the Cascine , where the ...
76. oldal
... poor nor the hard - working , but the bourgeois intent on enjoyment , the Academician , the artist , the deputy , the senator . Note , of course , the exaggeration ; but mark also how much truth lurks in the gibe . Behind or below ...
... poor nor the hard - working , but the bourgeois intent on enjoyment , the Academician , the artist , the deputy , the senator . Note , of course , the exaggeration ; but mark also how much truth lurks in the gibe . Behind or below ...
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Alfred Annerley answered appeared asked Aunt Anne Aylmer Baalbek Baines beautiful better Cæsar called century church Corsica darling dear despatches door English eyes face father feel felt Florence France French friends girl give Guanches hand Harpley head hear heart Hibbert horses hundred journey Joyce kind king knew land laughed Leech Leigh Hunt light Liphook live looked Lord Lord Albemarle Lord Salisbury Madame Madame de Genlis manner married means ment mind Miss morning mother nature never night North old lady once passed perhaps person poor present Prince queen's messenger round seemed Shoshong side speak stood tell Temple Bar Tenerife things thought tion told turned voice Voltaire walk Walter wife Wimple Witley woman women words Yarrow young
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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...