Littell's Living Age, Volumen117Living Age Company Incorporated, 1873 |
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... never be explained . The little service which had proved How tenderly we watched and loved , And those mute lips to glad smiles moved ; The little gift from out our store , Which might have cheered some cheerless hour , When they with ...
... never be explained . The little service which had proved How tenderly we watched and loved , And those mute lips to glad smiles moved ; The little gift from out our store , Which might have cheered some cheerless hour , When they with ...
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... never economized ; why should we ? ' Paris is thus doubly enriched - by the fortunes it swallows up , and by the for- tunes it casts up ; the last being always reproductive , and the first never lost ex- cept to the individuals . " " I ...
... never economized ; why should we ? ' Paris is thus doubly enriched - by the fortunes it swallows up , and by the for- tunes it casts up ; the last being always reproductive , and the first never lost ex- cept to the individuals . " " I ...
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... never seem to feel for London no interest ; they lack some expression , the passionate devotion that we feel for whether of mind , or of soul , or of heart , Paris . On the contrary , the London mid - without which the most beautiful ...
... never seem to feel for London no interest ; they lack some expression , the passionate devotion that we feel for whether of mind , or of soul , or of heart , Paris . On the contrary , the London mid - without which the most beautiful ...
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... never loved till then , turn from our grasp and our glance of clasping and supplica- ting fondness with that unconquerable loathing which virtue must feel towards guilt , and with of all the disguising drapery of honeyed words and false ...
... never loved till then , turn from our grasp and our glance of clasping and supplica- ting fondness with that unconquerable loathing which virtue must feel towards guilt , and with of all the disguising drapery of honeyed words and false ...
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... never tired of the Cax- scholar's anachronism , moving lightly ton talk . It never falls into an exchange under the bonds of human affection , of abstractions - it is always lively , in- duty , and love , unknown to the independ ...
... never tired of the Cax- scholar's anachronism , moving lightly ton talk . It never falls into an exchange under the bonds of human affection , of abstractions - it is always lively , in- duty , and love , unknown to the independ ...
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Página 199 - tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door ; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve : ask for me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o...
Página 199 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery...
Página 427 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Página 201 - If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep My dreams presage some joyful news at hand. My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne, And all this day an unaccustom'd spirit Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.
Página 376 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Página 198 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world...
Página 196 - And who, in time, knows whither we may vent The treasure of our tongue, to what strange shores This gain of our best glory shall be sent, T' enrich unknowing nations with our stores? What worlds in th' yet unformed Occident May come refined with th
Página 251 - And there are also many other things which Jesus did, the which, if they should be written every one, I suppose that even the world itself could not contain the books that should be written.
Página 194 - Trompington I laughed with Chaucer in the hawthorn shade ; Heard him, while birds were warbling, tell his tales Of amorous passion. And that gentle Bard, Chosen by the Muses for their Page of State — Sweet Spenser, moving through his clouded heaven With the moon's beauty and the moon's soft pace, I called him Brother, Englishman, and Friend ! Yea, our blind Poet, who in his later day, Stood almost single ; uttering odious truth...
Página 348 - Was roofed with clouds of rich emblazonry Dark purple at the zenith, which still grew Down the steep West into a wondrous hue Brighter than burning gold, even to the rent Where the swift sun yet paused in his descent Among the many-folded hills : they were Those famous Euganean hills, which bear, As seen from Lido thro...