The Living Age, Том 154E. Littell & Company, 1882 |
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... Miss Bar- night . " " She has looked much more bara Erskine won the heart of the perse- like a fool - as she is , " said her father , cuted girl . She said to her in a strong between his set teeth ; but at last he con- whisper which ...
... Miss Bar- night . " " She has looked much more bara Erskine won the heart of the perse- like a fool - as she is , " said her father , cuted girl . She said to her in a strong between his set teeth ; but at last he con- whisper which ...
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... Miss Barbara , as she said , " could not bide " the sight of Tinto House . She had planted it out as well as she could ; but her trees were perverse , and would separate their branches or die away at the top , as if on purpose to reveal ...
... Miss Barbara , as she said , " could not bide " the sight of Tinto House . She had planted it out as well as she could ; but her trees were perverse , and would separate their branches or die away at the top , as if on purpose to reveal ...
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... Miss Barbara in a paren- thesis . " Oh yes , I opened it to have a peep . There is Middlemarch ' and one of Mr. Trollope's , and several names I don't know . " -- - Miss Barbara continued . " There's that young lad in the Italian book ...
... Miss Barbara in a paren- thesis . " Oh yes , I opened it to have a peep . There is Middlemarch ' and one of Mr. Trollope's , and several names I don't know . " -- - Miss Barbara continued . " There's that young lad in the Italian book ...
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... Miss Barbara , shall I run away ? " 66 Why should you run away ? If it's business , we'll go in ; if it's pleasure Ah ! I've seen your face before , sir , or one like it , but I cannot put a name to it . You have maybe brought me a ...
... Miss Barbara , shall I run away ? " 66 Why should you run away ? If it's business , we'll go in ; if it's pleasure Ah ! I've seen your face before , sir , or one like it , but I cannot put a name to it . You have maybe brought me a ...
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... Miss Barbara says that her nephew will stay to luncheon , Janet . You are to do your best for him . It is Mr. Erskine , from Dalalzian , " Nora said , with most unnecessary explanation . Janet turned round upon her quietly , yet with ...
... Miss Barbara says that her nephew will stay to luncheon , Janet . You are to do your best for him . It is Mr. Erskine , from Dalalzian , " Nora said , with most unnecessary explanation . Janet turned round upon her quietly , yet with ...
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Страница 525 - The lonely mountains o'er And the resounding shore A voice of weeping heard, and loud lament; From haunted spring and dale Edged with poplar pale The parting Genius is with sighing sent; With flower-inwoven tresses torn The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.
Страница 24 - Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings? Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again! Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sang As if her song could have no ending...
Страница 240 - Thoughts hardly to be packed Into a narrow act, Fancies that broke through language and escaped; All I could never be, All, men ignored in me, This, I was worth to God, whose wheel the pitcher shaped.
Страница 241 - Then, welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand, but go! Be our joys three parts pain! Strive, and hold cheap the strain; Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!
Страница 522 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore. There is society where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not man the less, but nature more...
Страница 241 - For thence— a paradox Which comforts while it mocks— Shall life succeed in that it seems to fail: What I aspired to be, And was not, comforts me; A brute I might have been, but would not sink i
Страница 240 - All we have willed or hoped or dreamed of good shall exist; Not its semblance, but itself; no beauty, nor good, nor power Whose voice has gone forth, but each survives for the melodist When eternity affirms the conception of an hour. The high that proved too high, the heroic for earth too hard, The passion that left the ground to lose itself in the sky, Are music sent up to God by the lover and the bard; Enough that he heard it once: we shall hear it by and by.
Страница 233 - THIS is her picture as she was : It seems a thing to wonder on, As though mine image in the glass Should tarry when myself am gone. I gaze until she seems to stir, — Until mine eyes almost aver That now, even now, the sweet lips part To breathe the words of the sweet heart : — And yet the earth is over her.
Страница 237 - Listen alone beside the sea, Listen alone among the woods ; Those voices of twin solitudes Shall have one sound alike to thee : Hark where the murmurs of thronged men Surge and sink back and surge again, — Still the one voice of wave and tree.
Страница 240 - There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before; The evil is null, is naught, is silence implying sound; What was good shall be good, with, for evil, so much good more; On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven a perfect round.