Gleanings from popular authors, grave and gay, Том 21882 |
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... voice was melancholy ; his long lanky fingers were hooked like claws . He might have been a parson , or an undertaker - or anything else you like , except what he really was . A more complete opposite to Superintendent Seegrave than ...
... voice was melancholy ; his long lanky fingers were hooked like claws . He might have been a parson , or an undertaker - or anything else you like , except what he really was . A more complete opposite to Superintendent Seegrave than ...
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... voice . " This is the shape for a rosary — nothing like a circle set in a square . Yes , yes ; with walks between all the beds . But they oughtn't to be gravel walks like these . Grass , Mr. Gardener - grass walks between your roses ...
... voice . " This is the shape for a rosary — nothing like a circle set in a square . Yes , yes ; with walks between all the beds . But they oughtn't to be gravel walks like these . Grass , Mr. Gardener - grass walks between your roses ...
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... voice like the distant melodye That floats along the twilight sea . But she loved to raike the lanely glen , And keep afar frae the haunts of men ; Her holy hymns unheard to sing , To suck the flowers and drink the spring . But wherever ...
... voice like the distant melodye That floats along the twilight sea . But she loved to raike the lanely glen , And keep afar frae the haunts of men ; Her holy hymns unheard to sing , To suck the flowers and drink the spring . But wherever ...
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... voice wad sink away , And the string of his harp wad cease to play . But she saw till the sorrows of man were by , And all was love and harmony ; - Till the stars of heaven fell calmly away , Like the flakes of snaw on a winter day ...
... voice wad sink away , And the string of his harp wad cease to play . But she saw till the sorrows of man were by , And all was love and harmony ; - Till the stars of heaven fell calmly away , Like the flakes of snaw on a winter day ...
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... voice ! " " Whose voice ? " says I. " Come and see the row , " says Tag . And off we went , with a considerable number of people , who saw this as a label , and holding out her hand . We came to the tent , and there we found my ing as ...
... voice ! " " Whose voice ? " says I. " Come and see the row , " says Tag . And off we went , with a considerable number of people , who saw this as a label , and holding out her hand . We came to the tent , and there we found my ing as ...
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Страница 31 - The breakers were right beneath her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck. She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Like the horns of an angry bull.
Страница 135 - MULLER, on a summer's day, Raked the meadow sweet with hay. Beneath her torn hat glowed the wealth Of simple beauty and rustic health. Singing, she wrought, and her merry glee The mock-bird echoed from his tree. But when she glanced to the far-off town, White from its hill-slope looking down, The sweet song died, and a vague unrest And a nameless longing filled her breast,— A wish, that she hardly dared to own, For something better than she had known.
Страница 198 - Man wants but little here below." Little I ask; my wants are few; I only wish a hut of stone (A very plain brown stone will do, That I may call my own — And close at hand is such a one, In yonder street that fronts the sun. Plain food is quite enough for me; Three courses are as good as ten; — If Nature can subsist on three, Thank Heaven for three. Amen!
Страница 187 - ... upon his head with terror. What was to be done? To turn and fly was now too late; and besides, what chance was there of escaping ghost or goblin, if such it was which could ride upon the wings of the wind? Summoning up, therefore, a show of courage, he demanded in stammering accents, " Who are you ?
Страница 31 - Like icicles from her deck. She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Like the horns of an angry bull. Her rattling shrouds, all sheathed in ice, With the masts went by the board; Like a vessel of glass, she stove and sank, Ho! ho!
Страница 5 - Bonny Kilmeny gaed up the glen ; But it wasna to meet Duneira's men, Nor the rosy monk of the isle to see, For Kilmeny was pure as pure could be. It was only to hear the Yorlin sing, And pu...
Страница 209 - Be this," she cried, as she wing'd her flight, "My welcome gift at the Gates of Light. Though foul are the drops that oft distil On the field of warfare, blood like this, For Liberty shed, so holy is, It would not stain the purest rill, That sparkles among the Bowers of Bliss!
Страница 76 - For from cock-crow he had been travelling, And there was not a cloud in the sky. He drank of the water so cool and clear, For thirsty and hot was he ; And he sat down upon the bank, Under the willow-tree.
Страница 76 - A WELL there is in the west country, And a clearer one never was seen ; There is not a wife in the west country But has heard of the Well of St. Keyne.
Страница 253 - Take some more tea," the March Hare said to Alice, very earnestly. "I've had nothing yet," Alice replied in an offended tone, "so I can't take more.