The Living Age, Том 194E. Littell & Company, 1892 |
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... write to his wife and say disturbed by a sudden blow from behind , his prayers , and go out of the world like a which knocked his hat off . Fully expect- Christian . I believe the worthy aubergiste also suggested that it might be as ...
... write to his wife and say disturbed by a sudden blow from behind , his prayers , and go out of the world like a which knocked his hat off . Fully expect- Christian . I believe the worthy aubergiste also suggested that it might be as ...
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... write of his guest as possessing " the eloquence of Cicero , the sweetness of Pliny , and the wisdom of Agrippa . " 99 In the month of September , 1744 , Vol- taire and Madame du Châtelet visited Paris in order to be present at the ...
... write of his guest as possessing " the eloquence of Cicero , the sweetness of Pliny , and the wisdom of Agrippa . " 99 In the month of September , 1744 , Vol- taire and Madame du Châtelet visited Paris in order to be present at the ...
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... writing , one of the latest chapters in the history of France . His museum is like an old curiosity shop , we have said ... write like one . The epithets by which this trait in his character might be most forcibly de- scribed , exist in ...
... writing , one of the latest chapters in the history of France . His museum is like an old curiosity shop , we have said ... write like one . The epithets by which this trait in his character might be most forcibly de- scribed , exist in ...
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... write until the pen dropped | from his convulsed fingers , did Maupas- sant grow weary of enlarging on " the infamy ... writer given more faithfully the impres- sion of wintry scenes , with their cold , clinging mists , grey skies , and ...
... write until the pen dropped | from his convulsed fingers , did Maupas- sant grow weary of enlarging on " the infamy ... writer given more faithfully the impres- sion of wintry scenes , with their cold , clinging mists , grey skies , and ...
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... write his experience will bring him in money . For he , too , wor- ships the golden calf , and has long since exchanged the dreams of his youth for what they would fetch in the market . And so he produces at length " Bel - Ami , " to ...
... write his experience will bring him in money . For he , too , wor- ships the golden calf , and has long since exchanged the dreams of his youth for what they would fetch in the market . And so he produces at length " Bel - Ami , " to ...
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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 155 - But thou, that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation : Meek loveliness is round thee spread, A softness still and holy ; The grace of forest charms decayed, And pastoral melancholy.
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.
Страница 229 - If therefore ye have not been faithful in the unrighteous mammon, who will commit to your trust the true riches ? And if ye have not been faithful in that which is another man's, who shall give you that which is your own...
Страница 155 - O that some Minstrel's harp were near, To utter notes of gladness, And chase this silence from the air, That fills my heart with sadness...
Страница 323 - Euphrates, and the Arabian fleet might have sailed without a naval combat into the mouth of the Thames. Perhaps the interpretation of the Koran would now be taught in the schools of Oxford, and her pulpits might demonstrate to a circumcised people the sanctity and truth of the revelation of Mahomet.
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...
Страница 157 - ... 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. Lift up your hearts, ye mourners ! for the might Of the whole world's good wishes with him goes ; Blessings and prayers in nobler retinue Than sceptred king or laurelled conqueror knows, Follow this wondrous potentate. Be true, Ye...