Men and WomenTicknor and Fields, 1856 - 351 страница |
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... dropped , And after them . I came up with the fun Hard by St. Laurence , hail fellow , well met , Flower o ' the rose , If I've been merry , what matter who knows ? And so as I was stealing back again To get to bed and have a bit of ...
... dropped , And after them . I came up with the fun Hard by St. Laurence , hail fellow , well met , Flower o ' the rose , If I've been merry , what matter who knows ? And so as I was stealing back again To get to bed and have a bit of ...
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... drop His bone from the heap of offal in the street ! - The soul and sense of him grow sharp alike , He learns the look of things , and none the less For admonitions from the hunger - pinch . I had a store of such remarks , be sure ...
... drop His bone from the heap of offal in the street ! - The soul and sense of him grow sharp alike , He learns the look of things , and none the less For admonitions from the hunger - pinch . I had a store of such remarks , be sure ...
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... passion of a thousand years ) Till some poor girl , her apron o'er her head Which the intense eyes looked through , came at eve On tiptoe , said a word , dropped in a loaf , Her pair of ear - rings and a bunch of 3390 FRA LIPPO LIPPI .
... passion of a thousand years ) Till some poor girl , her apron o'er her head Which the intense eyes looked through , came at eve On tiptoe , said a word , dropped in a loaf , Her pair of ear - rings and a bunch of 3390 FRA LIPPO LIPPI .
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... - star's about to shine , What will hap some day . We've a youngster here Comes to our convent , studies what I do , Slouches and stares and lets no atom drop- His name is Guidi - he'll not mind the monks 34 FRA LIPPO LIPPI .
... - star's about to shine , What will hap some day . We've a youngster here Comes to our convent , studies what I do , Slouches and stares and lets no atom drop- His name is Guidi - he'll not mind the monks 34 FRA LIPPO LIPPI .
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... merely born to bloom and drop , Here on earth they bore their fruitage , mirth and folly were the crop . What of soul was left , I wonder , when the kissing had to stop ? 15 . " Dust and ashes ! " So you 42 A TOCCATA OF GALUPPI's .
... merely born to bloom and drop , Here on earth they bore their fruitage , mirth and folly were the crop . What of soul was left , I wonder , when the kissing had to stop ? 15 . " Dust and ashes ! " So you 42 A TOCCATA OF GALUPPI's .
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Страница 14 - But the time will come, at last it will, When, Evelyn Hope, what meant, I shall say, In the lower earth, in the years long still, That body and soul so pure and gay? Why your hair was amber, I shall divine, And your mouth of your own geranium's red, And what you would do with me, in fine, In the new life come in the old one's stead.
Страница 266 - And the sleep in the dried river-channel where bulrushes tell That the water was wont to go warbling so softly and well. How good is man's life, the mere living ! how fit to employ All the heart and the soul and the senses for ever in joy!
Страница 347 - I shall never, in the years remaining, Paint you pictures, no, nor carve you statues, Make you music that should all-express me; So it seems: I stand on my attainment. This of verse alone, one life allows me; Verse and nothing else have I to give you Other heights in other lives, God willing: All the gifts from all the heights, your own, love!
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Страница 133 - Might she have loved me? Just as well She might have hated, who can tell? Where had I been now if the worst befell? And here we are riding, she and I. Fail I alone, in words and deeds? Why, all men strive and who succeeds?
Страница 280 - Could I wrestle to raise him from sorrow, grow poor to enrich, To fill up his life, starve my own out, I would — knowing which, I know that my service is perfect.
Страница 104 - What in the midst lay but the Tower itself? The round squat turret, blind as the fool's heart, Built of brown stone, without a counterpart In the whole world. The tempest's mocking elf Points to the shipman thus the unseen shelf He strikes on, only when the timbers start.
Страница 102 - Which, while I forded, — good saints, how I feared To set my foot upon a dead man's cheek, Each step, or feel the spear I thrust to seek For hollows, tangled in his hair ,or beard ! — It may have been a water-rat I speared, But, ugh ! it sounded like a baby's shriek.
Страница 41 - Then they left you for their pleasure: till in due time, one by one. Some with lives that came to nothing, some with deeds as well undone. Death came tacitly and took them where they never see the sun.
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