Temple Bar, Volumen40George Augustus Sala, Edmund Yates Ward and Lock, 1874 |
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... turning one's head does not necessarily give one a pain in the leg . Will that do ? Make a good nose of it , Miss Dennison - art should be nature idealised , not copied . On the aquiline , if you please , as much as possible , and off ...
... turning one's head does not necessarily give one a pain in the leg . Will that do ? Make a good nose of it , Miss Dennison - art should be nature idealised , not copied . On the aquiline , if you please , as much as possible , and off ...
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... turned the children out of their lodges directly they were weaned . The weakly died off , the strong grew up , and everybody was satisfied . Don't go , Miss Dennison , I'm not such an ogre as you think . " " I must go , ” replied Annie ...
... turned the children out of their lodges directly they were weaned . The weakly died off , the strong grew up , and everybody was satisfied . Don't go , Miss Dennison , I'm not such an ogre as you think . " " I must go , ” replied Annie ...
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... turned in the last minute . The dark eyes show fire , energy , and an immensity of faith . There is ideality in the brow ; firmness in the jaw , with its full black whiskers ; and in the thin , clean - shaved , flexible lips a sad ...
... turned in the last minute . The dark eyes show fire , energy , and an immensity of faith . There is ideality in the brow ; firmness in the jaw , with its full black whiskers ; and in the thin , clean - shaved , flexible lips a sad ...
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George Augustus Sala, Edmund Yates. Lexley turned scarlet . Miss Blair pitied him from her heart . She knew he was enduring martyrdom for her sake , and would have borne her share willingly if she could . Poor fellow ! how gentle he was ...
George Augustus Sala, Edmund Yates. Lexley turned scarlet . Miss Blair pitied him from her heart . She knew he was enduring martyrdom for her sake , and would have borne her share willingly if she could . Poor fellow ! how gentle he was ...
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... turning back towards aristocracy and monarchy ; the Republic was already dead , only awaiting a hand strong enough to bury it to disappear from the world . So la mère Guillotine , with all her labours , has not purged and purified ...
... turning back towards aristocracy and monarchy ; the Republic was already dead , only awaiting a hand strong enough to bury it to disappear from the world . So la mère Guillotine , with all her labours , has not purged and purified ...
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Addison admiration answered asked Aunt Barsands beautiful Berthe better Captain Caudebec Chateaubriand child Chorley Church Constance Coppet Dartmoor dear Dennison dinner dress Duke English Excombe eyes face fancy feel felt François Génie du Christianisme gentleman girl give Gordon Grace Hamley hand happy Hatherleigh head heard heart hope horses husband Jacobite kind knew Lady Dunsmore laughed Lexley live London look Lord Alton Lynmouth Madame Madame de Staël Madame Récamier married Martinette Milltown mind Miss Forbes Miss Vyvyan mother never night Old Age once passed Patricia Patricia Kemball Pelago Peregrin Falcon Philip play poor pretty Robert Strange Scriptorium seemed smile speak spirit Steele Strange sure talk tell theatre thing thought took turned uncle Vallombrosa Villequier voice walked wife wish woman women words write young youth
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Página 488 - He is made one with Nature: there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder, to the song of night's sweet bird; He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own; Which wields the world with never-wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
Página 11 - It were all one, That I should love a bright particular star, And think to wed it, he is so above me: In his bright radiance and collateral light Must I be comforted, not in his sphere.
Página 173 - Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys : So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite.
Página 174 - Know then thyself, presume not God to scan, The proper study of mankind is man. Placed on this isthmus of a middle state, A being darkly wise, and rudely great: With too much knowledge for the sceptic side, With too much weakness for the Stoic's pride, He hangs between; in doubt to act, or rest; In doubt to deem himself a God, or beast; In doubt his mind or body to prefer...
Página 178 - Weave the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race ; Give ample room, and verge enough, The characters of hell to trace...
Página 179 - That every labouring sinew strains, Those in the deeper vitals rage ; Lo ! Poverty, to fill the band, That numbs the soul with icy hand, And slow-consuming Age.
Página 491 - I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy; for from within were heard Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea.
Página 488 - If spring's voluptuous pantings when she breathes Her first sweet kisses, have been dear to me; If no bright bird, insect, or gentle beast I consciously have injured, but still loved And cherished these my kindred; then forgive This boast, beloved brethren, and withdraw No portion of your wonted favour now!
Página 183 - Thrice she looked back, and thrice the foe drew near. Just in that instant, anxious Ariel sought The close recesses of the Virgin's thought: As, on the nosegay in her breast reclined, He watched th...
Página 183 - The little engine on his fingers' ends; This just behind Belinda's neck he spread, As o'er the fragrant steams she bends her head. Swift to the lock a thousand sprites repair, A thousand wings, by turns, blow back the hair; And thrice they twitched the diamond in her ear; Thrice she looked back, and thrice the foe drew near.