Rose-Belford's Canadian Monthly and National Review, Volumen8Rose-Belford Publishing Company, 1882 |
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... play . ' ' Oh , well , you'll have lots of fine days yet , dear , we must have rain sometimes , you know . ' ' Yes , but I like it all to come on Sundays , ' she called after him as he went into the house . Gracie was Mr. Stocton's only ...
... play . ' ' Oh , well , you'll have lots of fine days yet , dear , we must have rain sometimes , you know . ' ' Yes , but I like it all to come on Sundays , ' she called after him as he went into the house . Gracie was Mr. Stocton's only ...
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... play hide - and - go - seek under the table and round the old suits of armour , and behind the thick , dark curtains ... play a reality . Would he ever surrender to her his castle and his life ? Would he ever , -for things change ; but ...
... play hide - and - go - seek under the table and round the old suits of armour , and behind the thick , dark curtains ... play a reality . Would he ever surrender to her his castle and his life ? Would he ever , -for things change ; but ...
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... playing very much , ' he jerked out . Chopin is my favourite- She interrupted him with a plea- sant laugh . Why , Mr. Northwood , you don't mean to say you can't tell the difference between Beethoven and Chopin ? ' Harry felt more ...
... playing very much , ' he jerked out . Chopin is my favourite- She interrupted him with a plea- sant laugh . Why , Mr. Northwood , you don't mean to say you can't tell the difference between Beethoven and Chopin ? ' Harry felt more ...
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... play- ed by some one else , Miss De Grey declaring that Mr. Northwood did not appreciate her playing in the least . Harry talked all the way home about his new acquaintance . He told Helsingfors , in confidence , how wretch- edly ...
... play- ed by some one else , Miss De Grey declaring that Mr. Northwood did not appreciate her playing in the least . Harry talked all the way home about his new acquaintance . He told Helsingfors , in confidence , how wretch- edly ...
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... playing at half - past eleven punctually . One evening during one of these weekly dances , St. Cloud and himself had danced several times with Helen . was nearly half - past eleven when Harry led her out on the verandah , and brought ...
... playing at half - past eleven punctually . One evening during one of these weekly dances , St. Cloud and himself had danced several times with Helen . was nearly half - past eleven when Harry led her out on the verandah , and brought ...
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Página 244 - I know they are as lively, and as vigorously productive, as those fabulous dragon's teeth; and being sown up and down, may chance to spring up armed men. And yet, on the other hand, unless wariness be used, as good almost kill a man as kill a good book: who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image; but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself, kills the image of God, as it were, in the eye.
Página 55 - No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp ; And crook the pregnant ' hinges of the knee, Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou hear ? Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice, And could of men distinguish her election, She hath sealed thee for herself.
Página 56 - My pulse as yours doth temperately keep time, And makes as healthful music. It is not madness That I have uttered : bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word ; which madness Would gambol from.
Página 489 - I remember the gleams and glooms that dart Across the school-boy's brain; The song and the silence in the heart, That in part are prophecies, and in part Are longings wild and vain. And the voice of that fitful song Sings on, and is never still: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Página 248 - Our two souls, therefore, which are one, Though I must go, endure not yet A breach, but an expansion, Like gold to airy thinness beat. If they be two, they are two so As stiff twin compasses are two ; Thy soul, the fixed foot, makes no show To move, but doth, if th
Página 491 - And with them the being beauteous Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep, Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine ; And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eves, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies.
Página 61 - ... my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a...
Página 59 - I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Página 218 - Ancient of days ! august Athena ! where, Where are thy men of might, thy grand in soul? Gone, — glimmering through the dream of things that were : First in the race that led to glory's goal, They won, and passed away, — is this the whole?
Página 61 - BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay...