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... light of the day when he sits down at his desk , and ad- dresses himself to the task of composition . It is absurd to call the Victorians old - fashioned or out of date ; they were as intensely modern as we , only their modernity is ...
... light of the day when he sits down at his desk , and ad- dresses himself to the task of composition . It is absurd to call the Victorians old - fashioned or out of date ; they were as intensely modern as we , only their modernity is ...
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... light- Swelling somewhat ? " Each mourner shook his head . And they composed a crowd of whom · Some were right good , and many nigh the best . Thus dazed and puzzled ' twixt the gleam and gloom Mechanically I followed with the rest ...
... light- Swelling somewhat ? " Each mourner shook his head . And they composed a crowd of whom · Some were right good , and many nigh the best . Thus dazed and puzzled ' twixt the gleam and gloom Mechanically I followed with the rest ...
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... light - hearted except perhaps when he had too much beer . " This is extraordinary testimony to the power of literature - from a first - class fighting man . It is as though John Sargent should paint an inac- curate but idealized ...
... light - hearted except perhaps when he had too much beer . " This is extraordinary testimony to the power of literature - from a first - class fighting man . It is as though John Sargent should paint an inac- curate but idealized ...
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... light trembled as with excess , And heat was frail , and every bush and flower Was drooping in the glory overcome ; Any poet knows how to speak in authentic tones of the wild passion of insurgent hearts ; but not 1 every poet possesses ...
... light trembled as with excess , And heat was frail , and every bush and flower Was drooping in the glory overcome ; Any poet knows how to speak in authentic tones of the wild passion of insurgent hearts ; but not 1 every poet possesses ...
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... light of eyes , Too deeply gazed in ever to seem dim ; Nor shall we murmur at , nor much regret The years that gently bend us to the ground , And gradually incline our face ; that we Leisurely stooping , and with each slow step , May ...
... light of eyes , Too deeply gazed in ever to seem dim ; Nor shall we murmur at , nor much regret The years that gently bend us to the ground , And gradually incline our face ; that we Leisurely stooping , and with each slow step , May ...
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Страница 64 - Humble and rustic life was generally chosen, because, in that condition, the essential passions of the heart find a better soil in which they can attain their maturity, are less under restraint, and speak a plainer and more emphatic language; because in that condition of life our elementary feelings co-exist in a state of greater simplicity, and, consequently, may be more accurately contemplated, and more forcibly communicated ; because the manners of rural life germinate from those elementary feelings,...
Страница 187 - Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone; For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own.
Страница 54 - LOVELIEST of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough, And stands about the woodland ride Wearing white for Eastertide. Now, of my threescore years and ten, Twenty will not come again, And take from seventy springs a score, It only leaves me fifty more. 3 And since to look at things in bloom Fifty springs are little room, About the woodlands I will go To see the cherry hung with snow.
Страница 116 - Oh, is the water sweet and cool, Gentle and brown, above the pool? And laughs the immortal river still Under the mill, under the mill?
Страница 149 - O'Leary in the grave. Was it for this the wild geese spread The grey wing upon every tide; For this that all that blood was shed, For this Edward Fitzgerald died,. And Robert Emmet and Wolfe Tone, All that delirium of the brave? Romantic Ireland's dead and gone, It's with O'Leary in the grave.
Страница 155 - Unlike the rhetoricians, who get a confident voice from remembering the crowd they have won or may win, we...
Страница 207 - Booth led boldly with his big bass drum — (Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?) The Saints smiled gravely and they said: "He's come." (Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb...
Страница 54 - Ay, she lies down lightly, She lies not down to weep: Your girl is well contented. Be still, my lad, and sleep. 'Is my friend hearty, Now I am thin and pine, And has he found to sleep in A better bed than mine?
Страница 53 - Out of a stem that scored the hand I wrung it in a weary land. But take it: if the smack is sour, The better for the embittered hour; It should do good to heart and head When your soul is in my soul's stead; And I will friend you, if I may, In the dark and cloudy day.