The Living Age, 119. kötetE. Littell & Company, 1873 |
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46. oldal
... king of Spain . ancestors had reigned , and of which his friends cherish sanguine hopes that he will one day wear ... kings first saw the light in a modest inn of a In 1863 the health of the Archduchess provincial town , and with more ...
... king of Spain . ancestors had reigned , and of which his friends cherish sanguine hopes that he will one day wear ... kings first saw the light in a modest inn of a In 1863 the health of the Archduchess provincial town , and with more ...
48. oldal
... king possible , and as near as possible , to the and queen . The Princes were standing Spanish frontier . in the room , a moderately - sized one and The Duke of Madrid returned to Gratz , modestly furnished , when the visitors en- where ...
... king possible , and as near as possible , to the and queen . The Princes were standing Spanish frontier . in the room , a moderately - sized one and The Duke of Madrid returned to Gratz , modestly furnished , when the visitors en- where ...
49. oldal
... King of Spain , say that Paris that a reconciliation had taken he is a good deal amused at the intentions place , that a fusion was highly probable , attributed to him by the Radical press , that the Duke and Duchess of Madrid which ...
... King of Spain , say that Paris that a reconciliation had taken he is a good deal amused at the intentions place , that a fusion was highly probable , attributed to him by the Radical press , that the Duke and Duchess of Madrid which ...
50. oldal
... kings in the King of Spain should be something more grand avenue of the Retiro of Madrid , than a mere symbol , and should occupy one cannot look at without pain and com- himself actively with the welfare of the passion . A Spanish ...
... kings in the King of Spain should be something more grand avenue of the Retiro of Madrid , than a mere symbol , and should occupy one cannot look at without pain and com- himself actively with the welfare of the passion . A Spanish ...
51. oldal
... King , who , as well as his family , had suffered so much from the consequences of the French Revolu- tion , feared that any diminution of the regal authority would produce similar ef- fects at home ; and he listened readily to the ...
... King , who , as well as his family , had suffered so much from the consequences of the French Revolu- tion , feared that any diminution of the regal authority would produce similar ef- fects at home ; and he listened readily to the ...
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194. oldal - Can trample an empire down. We, in the ages lying In the buried past of the earth, Built Nineveh with our sighing, And Babel itself with our mirth ; And o'erthrew them with prophesying To the old of the new world's worth; For each age is a dream that is dying, Or one that is coming to birth.
110. oldal - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum,...
506. oldal - ... Yet well I ken the banks where Amaranths blow, Have traced the fount whence streams of nectar flow. Bloom, O ye Amaranths ! bloom for whom ye may, For me ye bloom not ! Glide, rich streams, away ! With lips unbrightened, wreathless brow, I stroll : And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul ? WORK WITHOUT HOPE draws nectar in a sieve, And HOPE without an object cannot live.
450. oldal - THE night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one; Yet the light of the bright world dies With the dying sun. The mind has a thousand eyes, And the heart but one; Yet the light of a whole life dies When love is done.
376. oldal - UNWATCH'D, the garden bough shall sway, The tender blossom flutter down, Unloved, that beech will gather brown, This maple burn itself away; Unloved, the sun-flower, shining fair, Ray round with flames her disk of seed, And many a rose-carnation feed With summer spice the humming air; Unloved, by many a sandy bar, The brook shall babble down the plain, At noon or when the lesser wain Is twisting round the polar star; Uncared...
374. oldal - Why lingereth she to clothe her heart with love, delaying as the tender ash delays to clothe herself, when all the woods are green!
15. oldal - I knew there was but one way ; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields.
278. oldal - And he brought me to the inner court of the Lord's House, and behold, at the door of the temple of the Lord, between the porch and the altar, were about five and twenty men, with their backs towards the temple of the Lord and their faces towards the east: and they worshipped the sun towards the east.
375. oldal - Come from the woods that belt the gray hill-side, The seven elms, the poplars four That stand beside my father's door, And chiefly from the brook that loves To purl o'er matted cress and ribbed sand, Or dimple in the dark of rushy coves, Drawing into his narrow earthen urn, In every elbow and turn, The filter'd tribute of the rough woodland.
376. oldal - Risest thou thus, dim dawn, again, And howlest, issuing out of night, With blasts that blow the poplar white, And lash with storm the streaming pane?