The Living Age, Том 194E. Littell & Company, 1892 |
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... dear little wife , though the expensiveness of the last he generously kept to himself . So it resulted in the visit to Brighton . They spent the happiest four days in the world there , and felt quite sad when Tues- day morning arrived ...
... dear little wife , though the expensiveness of the last he generously kept to himself . So it resulted in the visit to Brighton . They spent the happiest four days in the world there , and felt quite sad when Tues- day morning arrived ...
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... Dear boy , " she said gently to Walter , " why didn't you write to me when you were married ? You know how glad I should have been to hear of your happi- " By Jove ! it really is a miracle what those four months have done with them ...
... Dear boy , " she said gently to Walter , " why didn't you write to me when you were married ? You know how glad I should have been to hear of your happi- " By Jove ! it really is a miracle what those four months have done with them ...
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... dear children , you don't know what a pleasure it is to see you . I could not let you go just yet . My heart gave a bound as I recognized Walter's voice , " she went on , turning to Florence ; " he is so like what his dear father used ...
... dear children , you don't know what a pleasure it is to see you . I could not let you go just yet . My heart gave a bound as I recognized Walter's voice , " she went on , turning to Florence ; " he is so like what his dear father used ...
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... dear mother busy with her house- hold duties , making time in between them to write to the boys in India ; of the dear , noisy boys who suddenly grew to be young men and vanished into the whirl of life ; of the dirty old pony carriage ...
... dear mother busy with her house- hold duties , making time in between them to write to the boys in India ; of the dear , noisy boys who suddenly grew to be young men and vanished into the whirl of life ; of the dirty old pony carriage ...
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... dear , " she asked , of quartz and ferns in one corner . While still keeping her eyes fixed on the driver , Mrs. Baines stood irresolute , there came " do you like preserve ? " round the house from the right a little shabby - looking ...
... dear , " she asked , of quartz and ferns in one corner . While still keeping her eyes fixed on the driver , Mrs. Baines stood irresolute , there came " do you like preserve ? " round the house from the right a little shabby - looking ...
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Alfred Annerley answered appeared asked Aunt Anne Aylmer Baalbek Baines beautiful better Cæsar called century church Corsica darling dear despatches door English eyes face father feel felt Florence France French friends girl give Guanches hand Harpley head hear heart Hibbert horses hundred journey Joyce kind king knew land laughed Leech Leigh Hunt light Liphook live looked Lord Lord Albemarle Lord Salisbury Madame Madame de Genlis manner married means ment mind Miss morning mother nature never night North old lady once passed perhaps person poor present Prince queen's messenger round seemed Shoshong side speak stood tell Temple Bar Tenerife things thought tion told turned voice Voltaire walk Walter wife Wimple Witley woman women words Yarrow young
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Страница 159 - ... the filial band, That knits me to thy rugged strand ! Still, as I view each well-known scene, Think what is now, and what hath been, Seems as, to me, of all bereft, Sole friends thy woods and streams were left ; And thus I love them better still, Even in extremity of ill. By Yarrow's stream still let me stray, Though none should guide my feeble way ; Still feel the breeze down Ettrick break, Although it chill my withered cheek ; Still lay my head by Teviot stone.
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Страница 156 - And if, as Yarrow, through the woods And down the meadow ranging, Did meet us with unaltered face, Though we were changed and changing; If, then, some natural shadows spread Our inward prospect over, The soul's deep valley was not slow Its brightness to recover.
Страница 157 - A TROUBLE, not of clouds, or weeping rain, Nor of the setting sun's pathetic light Engendered, hangs o'er Eildon's triple height : Spirits of Power, assembled there, complain For kindred Power departing from their sight ; While Tweed, best pleased in chanting a blithe strain, Saddens his voice again, and yet again.
Страница 184 - Choose well ; your choice is Brief, and yet endless. Here eyes do regard you, In Eternity's stillness; Here is all fulness, Ye brave, to reward you; Work, and despair not.
Страница 157 - WHEN first, descending from the Moorlands, I saw the Stream of Yarrow glide Along a bare and open valley, The Ettrick Shepherd was my guide. When last along its banks I wandered, Through groves that had begun to shed Their golden leaves upon the pathways, My steps the Border-minstrel led. The Mighty Minstrel breathes no longer, Mid mouldering ruins low he lies ; And death upon the braes of Yarrow, Has closed the Shepherd-poet's eyes...
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