Littell's Living Age, Volumen228Living Age Company, Incorporated, 1901 |
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... dear- est would be at the mercy of an enemy who knew no pity . Under such cir- cumstances , it is no wonder that they deserted , for every human feeling urged them to desert . But be that as it may , desert they did ; and if it had not ...
... dear- est would be at the mercy of an enemy who knew no pity . Under such cir- cumstances , it is no wonder that they deserted , for every human feeling urged them to desert . But be that as it may , desert they did ; and if it had not ...
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... Dear Fanny ! " sighed the girl , press- ing her companion's hand with such gratitude as emboldened Fanny to go on : " Since you feel this you ought to be sure , quite sure , that I am speaking to you in your own interest , to help you ...
... Dear Fanny ! " sighed the girl , press- ing her companion's hand with such gratitude as emboldened Fanny to go on : " Since you feel this you ought to be sure , quite sure , that I am speaking to you in your own interest , to help you ...
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... dear man will be so happy too ! " . And taking Reine by the hand , she drew her into the journalist's cell - like study , where , at this hour of noon , he was just finishing his third and last morning article . The tension of his work ...
... dear man will be so happy too ! " . And taking Reine by the hand , she drew her into the journalist's cell - like study , where , at this hour of noon , he was just finishing his third and last morning article . The tension of his work ...
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... dear , ' tis takin ' me fur the sarpint St. Pathrick boxed up in Lough Swilly ye do be , an ' him askin ' away fur the bare life av it isn't to morrow yit ! Av I'd as many tongues as teeth in me head I cudn't spake ye swater . Alanna ...
... dear , ' tis takin ' me fur the sarpint St. Pathrick boxed up in Lough Swilly ye do be , an ' him askin ' away fur the bare life av it isn't to morrow yit ! Av I'd as many tongues as teeth in me head I cudn't spake ye swater . Alanna ...
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... dear , sure , wasn't me mother narratin ' the friend ye was to her times an ' agin ' an ' didn't I think ' tis yersilf would be the wan I'd be tellin ' out to , an ' be gettin ' help maybe from yez fur the sake av old times an ' all ...
... dear , sure , wasn't me mother narratin ' the friend ye was to her times an ' agin ' an ' didn't I think ' tis yersilf would be the wan I'd be tellin ' out to , an ' be gettin ' help maybe from yez fur the sake av old times an ' all ...
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Página 718 - But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world.
Página 350 - Are God and Nature then at strife, That Nature lends such evil dreams? So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life...
Página 149 - What, silent still? and silent all? Ah! no — the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, "Let one living head, But one arise — we come, we come!
Página 145 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms— the day Battle's magnificently stern array!
Página 149 - Shall never more be thine. The silence of that dreamless sleep I envy now too much to weep ; Nor need I to repine That all those charms have passed away ; I might have watch'd through long decay.
Página 458 - An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small, In blast-beruffled plume, Had chosen thus to fling his soul Upon the growing gloom.
Página 409 - Taint in poetry, is it ?" interposed his father. " No, no/' replied Sam. " Wery glad to hear it," said Mr. Weller. " Poetry's unnat'ral ; no man ever talked poetry 'cept a beadle on boxin...
Página 150 - The triumph, and the vanity, The rapture of the strife — The earthquake voice of Victory, To thee the breath of life; The sword, the scepter, and that sway Which man seem'd made but to obey Wherewith renown was rife — All quell'd!
Página 468 - Let us understand, once for all, that the ethical progress of society depends, not on imitating the cosmic process, still less in running away from it, but in combating it.
Página 149 - The natural music of the mountain reed — For here the patriarchal days are not A pastoral fable — pipes in the liberal air, Mixed with the sweet bells of the sauntering herd; My soul would drink those echoes.