The Reader: An Illustrated Monthly Magazine, Том 1

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Bobbs-Merrill Company, 1902
 

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Страница 59 - A thing was worth buying then, when we felt the money that we paid for it. " Do you remember the brown suit which you made to hang upon you till all your friends cried shame upon you, it grew so threadbare — and all because of that folio Beaumont and Fletcher, which you dragged home late at night from Barker's in Covent Garden?
Страница 515 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Страница 264 - Kent. Vex not his ghost. O, let him pass! He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
Страница 218 - Pepys' Diary and Correspondence. With Seven Steel Portraits arranged as a Frontispiece, Memoir, Introductory Preface, and full Index. Abbeys, Castles, and Ancient Halls of England and Wales. Their Legendary Lore and Popular History — South, Midland, North. By JOHN TIMES, Author of " Curiosities of London,
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Страница 261 - T is the tear that fell From a great poet's hidden ecstasy; A two-edged sword, a star, a song, — ah me ! Sometimes a heavy-tolling funeral bell. This was the flame that shook with Dante's breath, The solemn organ whereon Milton played, And the clear glass where Shakespeare's shadow...
Страница 514 - As half perplexed between the angelhood He had been away to visit in his sleep, And our most mortal presence, gradually He saw his mother's face, accepting it In change for heaven itself with such a smile As might have well been learnt there, — never moved, But smiled on, in a drowse of ecstasy, So happy (half with her and half with heaven) He could not have the trouble to be stirred, But smiled and lay there.
Страница 164 - I have eaten your bread and salt, I have drunk your water and wine; The deaths ye died I have watched beside, And the lives that ye led were mine. Was there aught that I did not share In vigil or toil or ease,— One joy or woe that I did not know, Dear hearts across the seas? I have written the tale of our life For a sheltered people's mirth, In jesting guise — but ye are wise, And ye know what the jest is worth.
Страница 454 - For ever hiss within mine ears To break the sleep of pain. I can but own my life is vain, A desert void of peace ; I missed the goal I sought to gain, I missed the measure of the strain That lulls Fame's fever in the brain, And bids Earth's tumult cease.
Страница 456 - ALL the night sleep came not upon my eyelids, Shed not dew, nor shook nor unclosed a feather, Yet with lips shut close and with eyes of iron Stood and beheld me. Then to me so lying awake a vision Came without sleep over the seas and touched me, Softly touched mine eyelids and lips ; and I too, Full of the vision, Saw the white implacable Aphrodite, Saw the hair unbound and the feet...

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