The Living Age, 194. kötetE. Littell & Company, 1892 |
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20. oldal
... Walk . There were three rows of trees in Judge's Walk , splendid old elms and limes , and one solitary horse- chestnut ; they formed the aisles of a leafy cathedral , lovelier than any cathedral reared by human hands . The sun shone ...
... Walk . There were three rows of trees in Judge's Walk , splendid old elms and limes , and one solitary horse- chestnut ; they formed the aisles of a leafy cathedral , lovelier than any cathedral reared by human hands . The sun shone ...
21. oldal
... Walk , and I dare say we have taken possession of your particular bench . " " I see you very often , " said the old man . " I suppose you are lovers ? " Elkin Annerley shook his head . " I am dying , " he answered casually , " and my ...
... Walk , and I dare say we have taken possession of your particular bench . " " I see you very often , " said the old man . " I suppose you are lovers ? " Elkin Annerley shook his head . " I am dying , " he answered casually , " and my ...
22. oldal
... walking , they would find their old particular bench , just under the sweet - scented limes , and they were happy ... Walk , and she came out to play around the dear trees , as she called them , or to have a romp with Rufus . These ...
... walking , they would find their old particular bench , just under the sweet - scented limes , and they were happy ... Walk , and she came out to play around the dear trees , as she called them , or to have a romp with Rufus . These ...
23. oldal
... Walk , or strolling slowly up and down , or talking to Elkin's many acquaintances . The brown collie Rufus followed them deferentially , recog- nizing them to be the little golden - haired girl's friends . She herself ran out to see ...
... Walk , or strolling slowly up and down , or talking to Elkin's many acquaintances . The brown collie Rufus followed them deferentially , recog- nizing them to be the little golden - haired girl's friends . She herself ran out to see ...
26. oldal
... walk alone . " " And what of you ? " he asked kindly . " I have passed my examination , " she said half dreamily . " You are glad of that , " he said . " Your companion was so anxious for you to suc- ceed . " " But he does not know ...
... walk alone . " " And what of you ? " he asked kindly . " I have passed my examination , " she said half dreamily . " You are glad of that , " he said . " Your companion was so anxious for you to suc- ceed . " " But he does not know ...
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157. 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.
161. 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.
231. 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...
157. 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...
325. 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.
158. 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.
159. 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.
186. 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.
159. 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...
159. 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...