The Living Age, 262. kötetLiving Age Company, 1909 |
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6. oldal
... never to bend his back . Ex- cept in consequence of a certain phys- ical weakness , which probably may , in more philosophical days , come to be accounted for and palliated - except when suffering from this external cause , he seemed ...
... never to bend his back . Ex- cept in consequence of a certain phys- ical weakness , which probably may , in more philosophical days , come to be accounted for and palliated - except when suffering from this external cause , he seemed ...
7. oldal
... never able to persuade myself whether the extraor- dinary spasmodic action of the arms and legs which accompanied these par- oxysms was the result of nature or habit . It was violent and it was long- continued , but I never saw that it ...
... never able to persuade myself whether the extraor- dinary spasmodic action of the arms and legs which accompanied these par- oxysms was the result of nature or habit . It was violent and it was long- continued , but I never saw that it ...
17. oldal
... never dare to publish another page . This attitude to the French Naturalists was unusual . Swinburne's native temper was generous and kind , and the idea of attacking a genuine talent of any species would have been dreadful to him . But ...
... never dare to publish another page . This attitude to the French Naturalists was unusual . Swinburne's native temper was generous and kind , and the idea of attacking a genuine talent of any species would have been dreadful to him . But ...
36. oldal
... never returned . It was a melancholy day when I put up my gun for the last time at Parla- kimedi . It was the third week in March , and the last companies of wild- fowl were thinking of going away . Be- fore they came back I would be in ...
... never returned . It was a melancholy day when I put up my gun for the last time at Parla- kimedi . It was the third week in March , and the last companies of wild- fowl were thinking of going away . Be- fore they came back I would be in ...
46. oldal
... never thought it necessary to consider the point . There was a slip , a splash , and in a moment , before Max- well could stretch out a hand even if he had wished to do so , the body had disappeared in the muddy water thirty feet below ...
... never thought it necessary to consider the point . There was a slip , a splash , and in a moment , before Max- well could stretch out a hand even if he had wished to do so , the body had disappeared in the muddy water thirty feet below ...
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532. oldal - When the hounds of spring are on winter's traces, The mother of months in meadow or plain Fills the shadows and windy places With lisp of leaves and ripple of rain...
326. oldal - DIRGE IN WOODS A WIND sways the pines, And below Not a breath of wild air; Still as the mosses that glow On the flooring and over the lines Of the roots here and there. The pine-tree drops its dead ; They are quiet, as under the sea.
327. oldal - They wandered once; clear as the dew on flowers: But they fed not on the advancing hours: Their hearts held cravings for the buried day. Then each applied to each that fatal knife, Deep questioning, which probes to endless dole. Ah, what a dusty answer gets the soul When hot for certainties in this our life...
53. oldal - Now in this that I declare unto you, I praise you not, that ye come together not for the better, but for the worse. For first of all, when ye come together in the church, I hear that there be divisions among you; and I partly believe it.
645. oldal - Christ for my brethren, my kinsmen according to the flesh : who are Israelites ; to whom pertaineth the adoption, and the glory, and the covenants, and the giving of the law, and the service of God, and the promises : whose are the fathers, and of whom as concerning the flesh Christ came, Who is over all, God blessed for ever. Amen.
322. oldal - Happy happy time, when the white star hovers Low over dim fields fresh with bloomy dew, Near the face of dawn, that draws athwart the darkness, Threading it with colour, like yewberries the yew. Thicker crowd the shades as the grave East deepens Glowing, and with crimson a long cloud swells. Maiden still the morn is; and strange she is, and secret; Strange her eyes; her cheeks are cold as cold seashells.
54. oldal - THE awful shadow of some unseen power Floats, though unseen, among us — visiting This various world with as inconstant wing As summer winds that creep from flower to flower ; Like moonbeams, that behind some piny mountain shower, It visits with inconstant glance Each human heart and countenance, Like hues and harmonies of evening, Like clouds in starlight widely spread, Like memory of music fled, Like aught that for its grace may be Dear, and yet dearer for its mystery.
53. oldal - We are troubled on every side, yet not distressed ; we are perplexed, but not in despair ; persecuted, but not forsaken ; cast down, but not destroyed...
120. oldal - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth...
322. oldal - For singing till his heaven fills, 'Tis love of earth that he instils, And ever winging up and up, Our valley is his golden cup, And he the wine which overflows To lift us with him as he goes...