Shelburne Essays, Volumen4G. P. Putnam's sons, 1906 - 283 páginas |
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... father of saucepans , with a slit - tail . ' " The guest to whom the story was told wore a like garment , and found the situation somewhat embarrassing . The tame stag , with its proper hatred of Evan- gelicals , was not the only odd ...
... father of saucepans , with a slit - tail . ' " The guest to whom the story was told wore a like garment , and found the situation somewhat embarrassing . The tame stag , with its proper hatred of Evan- gelicals , was not the only odd ...
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... father had been a physician , but had abandoned the profession for holy orders and was incumbent of the living at Stratton , not far from Morwen- stow . Robert had become acquainted with the family of Colonel Wrey I'ans , who dwelt in ...
... father had been a physician , but had abandoned the profession for holy orders and was incumbent of the living at Stratton , not far from Morwen- stow . Robert had become acquainted with the family of Colonel Wrey I'ans , who dwelt in ...
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... fathers trod ! The very ground with speech is fraught , The air is eloquent of God . In vain would doubt or mockery hide The buried echoes of the past ; A voice of strength , a voice of pride , Here dwells amid the storm and blast . To ...
... fathers trod ! The very ground with speech is fraught , The air is eloquent of God . In vain would doubt or mockery hide The buried echoes of the past ; A voice of strength , a voice of pride , Here dwells amid the storm and blast . To ...
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... father and sorting them out with tired fingers , but the story leaves us incredulous . The stiffness of lan- guage which has gradually benumbed her style , we take as the pedantry of untried youth , and the face of the writer persists ...
... father and sorting them out with tired fingers , but the story leaves us incredulous . The stiffness of lan- guage which has gradually benumbed her style , we take as the pedantry of untried youth , and the face of the writer persists ...
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... father , Dr. Charles Burney , was a busy and noted musi- cian , who was engaged in giving lessons among the fashionable world from nine in the morning until nine at night , and who still found time to write , with Fanny's help as ...
... father , Dr. Charles Burney , was a busy and noted musi- cian , who was engaged in giving lessons among the fashionable world from nine in the morning until nine at night , and who still found time to write , with Fanny's help as ...
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Página 247 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistening with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild...
Página 97 - Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly lives.
Página 120 - Bright Star! would I were steadfast as thou art — Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like Nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores...
Página 200 - Fear death? — to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am nearing the place, The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe; Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form, Yet the strong man must go...
Página 117 - Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; Not to the sensual ear, but, more endeared, Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone...
Página 200 - And bade me creep past. No ! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness and cold. 242 For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, And the elements...
Página 139 - I have said he, often and often in the course of the Session, and the vicissitudes of my hopes and fears as to its issue, looked at that behind the President without being able to tell whether it was rising or setting: But now at length I have the happiness to know that it is a rising and not a setting Sun.
Página 211 - Come lovely and soothing death, Undulate round the world, serenely arriving, arriving, In the day, in the night, to all, to each, Sooner or later delicate death. Prais'd be the fathomless universe, For life and joy, and for objects and knowledge curious, And for love, sweet love — but praise! praise! praise! For the sure-enwinding arms of cool-enfolding death.
Página 213 - In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand? and what dread feet? What the hammer? what the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? what dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
Página 227 - To Contemplation's sober eye Such is the race of Man: And they that creep, and they that fly Shall end where they began. Alike the busy and the gay But flutter thro...