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Страница 51 - ... wanton, smile upon my knee ; When thou art old there's grief enough for thee.
Страница 98 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore!
Страница 15 - Yet Ah, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! That Youth's sweet-scented manuscript should close! The Nightingale that in the branches sang, Ah whence, and whither flown again, who knows!
Страница 1 - But aye the best was mine ; For yours was o' the gude red gowd, But mine o
Страница 221 - I see — her face, her hands, her hair? It all depends ! It all depends ! How will it end ? in sorrow or in pain ? It all depends, sweetheart, it all depends ! We may be parted, we may meet again ; It all depends ! It all depends ! Life such as ours may be so false or true, So fondly false — it all depends ! Tell me once more ! I can be true, can you ? It all depends ! It all depends ! IS IT ONLY A YEAR?
Страница 194 - ... arms from under him, drops him upon the craggy side of a rock, and thus he rolls down from rock to rock, till he lies at the bottom beaten to pieces, a bloody instance of finished destruction. The judge asks the murderer what she has to say in her own defence. The child was mine, replies she, and I have a right to do what I please with my own.
Страница 25 - Latin church', and thus we see it ought to have been : and for the Greek church there is no question ; for even to this day they communicate the people in the chalice. But this case is so plain, and there are such clear testimonies out of the fathers recorded in their own canon-law ; that nothing can obscure it, but to use too many words about it.
Страница 298 - It is an ill wind, says the old proverb, that blows nobody any good.