RutledgeCarleton, publisher, 1862 - 504 oldal |
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14. oldal
... tell most painfully upon me . Not a bone but ached , not a nerve in my whole body but throbbed and quivered . It was as impossible to think quietly as to sit quietly . Homesickness , for the home I had been longing to get away from for ...
... tell most painfully upon me . Not a bone but ached , not a nerve in my whole body but throbbed and quivered . It was as impossible to think quietly as to sit quietly . Homesickness , for the home I had been longing to get away from for ...
18. oldal
... tell ; if indeed that bewildered dizzy realization of things present that gradually forced itself upon me , can be called consciousness . I was lying on the ground , and looked , upon opening my eyes , up at the clear evening sky . It ...
... tell ; if indeed that bewildered dizzy realization of things present that gradually forced itself upon me , can be called consciousness . I was lying on the ground , and looked , upon opening my eyes , up at the clear evening sky . It ...
23. oldal
... tell ? The doctor had said I was very ill . Tears came but too easily in those foolish days , and bury- ing my throbbing temples in the pillow , I cried as if my heart would break , or as if it had indeed broken . My emotion was none ...
... tell ? The doctor had said I was very ill . Tears came but too easily in those foolish days , and bury- ing my throbbing temples in the pillow , I cried as if my heart would break , or as if it had indeed broken . My emotion was none ...
34. oldal
... Tell me all you've ever heard ; was she pretty ? ” ( C Oh , so pretty ! You can't think how white her skin was , and her eyes like violets , so large and blue , and curls all over her head - loose , shiny curls . " " How do you know ...
... Tell me all you've ever heard ; was she pretty ? ” ( C Oh , so pretty ! You can't think how white her skin was , and her eyes like violets , so large and blue , and curls all over her head - loose , shiny curls . " " How do you know ...
48. oldal
... tell you exactly - but I like books that amuse me , that are not dry and stupid . ” ' There are so many different criterions of dryness and stupidity , " said Mr. Rutledge with an amused smile , " that your answer , I must confess ...
... tell you exactly - but I like books that amuse me , that are not dry and stupid . ” ' There are so many different criterions of dryness and stupidity , " said Mr. Rutledge with an amused smile , " that your answer , I must confess ...
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84. oldal - And Jesus answering said, Were there not ten cleansed ? but where are the nine ? There are not found that returned to give glory to God, save this stranger.
82. oldal - The Sundays of man's life, Threaded together on time's string, Make bracelets to adorn the wife Of the eternal glorious King. On Sunday heaven's gate stands ope ; Blessings are plentiful and rife, More plentiful than hope.
209. oldal - Round turned he, as not deigning Those craven ranks to see ; Nought spake he to Lars Porsena To Sextus nought spake he ; But he saw on Palatinus The white porch of his home ; And he spake to the noble river That rolls by the towers of Rome. "Oh Tiber! father Tiber! To whom the Romans pray, A Roman's life, a Roman's arms, Take thou in charge this day!
138. oldal - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days : So full of dismal terror was the time.
366. oldal - And as the dove to far Palmyra flying From where her native founts of Antioch beam, Weary, exhausted, longing, panting, sighing, Lights sadly at the desert's bitter stream ; So many a soul, o'er life's drear desert faring, Love's pure congenial spring unfound, unquaffed, Suffers — recoils — then thirsty and despairing Of what it would, descends and sips the nearest draught ! * MARIA Go WEN BROOKS (MARIA DEL OCCIDENTE).
108. oldal - Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever ; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long : And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.
376. oldal - Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure. Others I see whom these surround — Smiling they live, and call life pleasure ; To me that cup has been dealt in another measure.
142. oldal - Oh, what a tangled web we weave, When first we practise to deceive!
376. oldal - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.