The Living Age, Том 194E. Littell & Company, 1892 |
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... seemed 66 eyes told a story of study protracted late into the night . She was dressed in some kind of loose - fitting gown , of a style free and unfashionable ; her dark - brown hair was cut short , in the way that many girls now choose ...
... seemed 66 eyes told a story of study protracted late into the night . She was dressed in some kind of loose - fitting gown , of a style free and unfashionable ; her dark - brown hair was cut short , in the way that many girls now choose ...
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... seemed fixed on distant objects , as though they were trying to penetrate into that In- finite which is the pleasure - ground of all mathematicians . For a mind bent on tan- gents and parabolæ and hyperbolæ , on sines and cosines , and ...
... seemed fixed on distant objects , as though they were trying to penetrate into that In- finite which is the pleasure - ground of all mathematicians . For a mind bent on tan- gents and parabolæ and hyperbolæ , on sines and cosines , and ...
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... seemed such an utter waste of my abili- ties , such an utter waste of all my study- ing . And then I thought of you . ' She was leaning back in her armchair , and did not look up , even at his last words . " And then I thought of you ...
... seemed such an utter waste of my abili- ties , such an utter waste of all my study- ing . And then I thought of you . ' She was leaning back in her armchair , and did not look up , even at his last words . " And then I thought of you ...
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... seemed talked of events and theories , and , at his dull of understanding , his manner was request , she would read poetry to him , sharp and impatient . especially Browning and Shelley . " You have gone back very much , " he said at ...
... seemed talked of events and theories , and , at his dull of understanding , his manner was request , she would read poetry to him , sharp and impatient . especially Browning and Shelley . " You have gone back very much , " he said at ...
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... seemed disappointed with the informa- tion , he continued to take an interest in them , and always smiled his greeting and welcome when they came to sit on his bench . He did not often speak to them , but when he did choose to speak ...
... seemed disappointed with the informa- tion , he continued to take an interest in them , and always smiled his greeting and welcome when they came to sit on his bench . He did not often speak to them , but when he did choose to speak ...
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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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