Littell's Living Age, Volumen206Living Age Company, Incorporated, 1895 |
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... Italian Disunion , . International Law in the War be- tween Japan and China , 279 Cuckoo Corner , 490 Two Great Shikaris , Recollections of M. 740 Boucher de • Perthes , • Mountaineering Memories , 25 Glimpses of some Vanished Celebri ...
... Italian Disunion , . International Law in the War be- tween Japan and China , 279 Cuckoo Corner , 490 Two Great Shikaris , Recollections of M. 740 Boucher de • Perthes , • Mountaineering Memories , 25 Glimpses of some Vanished Celebri ...
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... Italian Gardens , 240 " The Third Time of Asking , " When we were Boys , A Forgotten Hero , Saint Kevin and the Goose , A Garden of Dreams , • 373 UNITED SERVICE MAGAZINE . 397 Napoleon on Board H.M.S. Bellero- 443 phon , . The Luck of ...
... Italian Gardens , 240 " The Third Time of Asking , " When we were Boys , A Forgotten Hero , Saint Kevin and the Goose , A Garden of Dreams , • 373 UNITED SERVICE MAGAZINE . 397 Napoleon on Board H.M.S. Bellero- 443 phon , . The Luck of ...
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... ITALIAN Disunion , 87 India , The Latent Religion of 120 " Isles of Safety " The 373 666 25 50 63 248 380 • 312 , 679 Intellectual Detachment , 334 Information , Undesirable , On 515 Ireland Unvisited , 387 490 496 685 Italian Gardens ...
... ITALIAN Disunion , 87 India , The Latent Religion of 120 " Isles of Safety " The 373 666 25 50 63 248 380 • 312 , 679 Intellectual Detachment , 334 Information , Undesirable , On 515 Ireland Unvisited , 387 490 496 685 Italian Gardens ...
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... ITALIAN DISUNION . By Jos . Crook- lands , · · IV . A JOURNEY TO SCOTLAND IN THE Year 1435. By J. J. Jusserand , • V. THE HOME - LIFE OF THE VERNEYS . By L. B. Lang , • VI . THE LATENT RELIGION OF INDIA . G. Mackenzie Cobban , VII . AN ...
... ITALIAN DISUNION . By Jos . Crook- lands , · · IV . A JOURNEY TO SCOTLAND IN THE Year 1435. By J. J. Jusserand , • V. THE HOME - LIFE OF THE VERNEYS . By L. B. Lang , • VI . THE LATENT RELIGION OF INDIA . G. Mackenzie Cobban , VII . AN ...
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... Italy , and settled down for three years at Como . Here he passed a quiet time , making but few acquaintances ... Italian dence as they did that a new era of poet , named Monti , had published English poetry was at hand . Landor some ...
... Italy , and settled down for three years at Como . Here he passed a quiet time , making but few acquaintances ... Italian dence as they did that a new era of poet , named Monti , had published English poetry was at hand . Landor some ...
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Página 350 - And so beside the Silent Sea I wait the muffled oar ; No harm from Him can come to me On ocean or on shore. I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air ; I only know I cannot drift Beyond His love and care.
Página 122 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear: If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, • Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.
Página 124 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Página 13 - I STROVE with none, for none was worth my strife; Nature I loved, and next to Nature, Art; I warmed both hands before the fire of life; It sinks, and I am ready to depart.
Página 125 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown : Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn ; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Página 124 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Página 125 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!
Página 10 - There are no fields of amaranth on this side of the grave; there are no voices, O Rhodope, that are not soon mute, however tuneful; there is no name, with whatever emphasis of passionate love repeated, of which the echo is not faint at last.
Página 514 - Yestreen when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw : Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, 1 sigh'd, and said amang them a',
Página 123 - As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?