An American Four-in-hand in BritainS. Low, Marston, Searle, & Rivington, 1883 - 338 страница |
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... wish and more , " says Fate . " Her air - castle was small , but I sent her a magnificent one . She is courted , flattered , has every gift in my power to be- Air - Castles . stow ; yet she pines in 6 Four - in - Hand in Britain .
... wish and more , " says Fate . " Her air - castle was small , but I sent her a magnificent one . She is courted , flattered , has every gift in my power to be- Air - Castles . stow ; yet she pines in 6 Four - in - Hand in Britain .
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... wishes of the Scotch members , and all the uprisings in Ireland would seem like farces to the thorough work Scotland would make of English interference . She would not stand it a minute . Neither should Ireland . If she has the elements ...
... wishes of the Scotch members , and all the uprisings in Ireland would seem like farces to the thorough work Scotland would make of English interference . She would not stand it a minute . Neither should Ireland . If she has the elements ...
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... wish was that he , " For poor auld Scotland's sake , Some useful plan or book could make , Or sing a sang at least . " Well , the Doctor has made several books that are books , and I have heard him sing a song , too , for the days of ...
... wish was that he , " For poor auld Scotland's sake , Some useful plan or book could make , Or sing a sang at least . " Well , the Doctor has made several books that are books , and I have heard him sing a song , too , for the days of ...
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... wish . Your supplications are so much more likely to be an- swered , you know . There never was a lovelier morning in England than that which greeted me when I pulled up the heavy Venetian blind and gazed on the rippling sea The Start ...
... wish . Your supplications are so much more likely to be an- swered , you know . There never was a lovelier morning in England than that which greeted me when I pulled up the heavy Venetian blind and gazed on the rippling sea The Start ...
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... wish with Burns that he would take a thought and mend ; and , as Howells says , " if we had the naming of creation we wouldn't call snakes snakes " if the christen- ing took place while we were coaching . No one would believe what ...
... wish with Burns that he would take a thought and mend ; and , as Howells says , " if we had the naming of creation we wouldn't call snakes snakes " if the christen- ing took place while we were coaching . No one would believe what ...
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Страница 77 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and. beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash...
Страница 93 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Страница 145 - MAY I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence : live In pulses stirred to generosity, In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn For miserable aims that end with self. In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, And with their mild persistence urge man's search To vaster issues.
Страница 145 - May I reach That purest heaven, be to other souls The cup of strength in some great agony, Enkindle generous ardour, feed pure love, Beget the smiles that have no cruelty — Be the sweet presence of a good diffused, And in diffusion ever more intense. So shall I join the choir invisible Whose music is the gladness of the world.
Страница 230 - For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes The still sad music of humanity, Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue. And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime Of something far more deeply interfused, Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, And the round ocean and...
Страница 1 - The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion ; the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colors and their forms were then to me An appetite : a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Страница 243 - AWAY, ye gay landscapes, ye gardens of roses ! In you let the minions of luxury rove ; Restore me the rocks, where the snow-flake reposes, Though still they are sacred to freedom and love : Yet, Caledonia, beloved are thy mountains, Round their white summits though elements war ; Though cataracts foam 'stead of smooth-flowing fountains, I sigh for the valley of dark Loch na Garr.
Страница 178 - With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow To the full-voiced quire below In service high and anthems clear As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.
Страница 5 - TO him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Страница 178 - Or the unseen genius of the wood. But let my due feet never fail To walk the Studious cloister's pale, And love the high embowed roof, With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim, religious light.