Littell's Living Age, Volumen206Living Age Company, Incorporated, 1895 |
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... called himself a dead man , and , assert- ing his freedom to speak unreservedly of a dead man's work , declared that " those conversations contained as for- cible writing as exists on earth . He had regained his composure , and was busy ...
... called himself a dead man , and , assert- ing his freedom to speak unreservedly of a dead man's work , declared that " those conversations contained as for- cible writing as exists on earth . He had regained his composure , and was busy ...
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... called Ribon , which stands at the very end of all lands , towards the west . It is an un- inhabitable land ; and there we an- chored under the shelter of this rock . But then the tempest began again , and for five days we had to fight ...
... called Ribon , which stands at the very end of all lands , towards the west . It is an un- inhabitable land ; and there we an- chored under the shelter of this rock . But then the tempest began again , and for five days we had to fight ...
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... called be too long to tell . " together as many as he could of his relations and friends ; they came on horseback , knights all of them , or esquires , and the French embassy was thus enabled to make some figure , as- they were sixty ...
... called be too long to tell . " together as many as he could of his relations and friends ; they came on horseback , knights all of them , or esquires , and the French embassy was thus enabled to make some figure , as- they were sixty ...
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... called by Bower , whose narrative closely agrees on many points with Girard's ) . " It was a new one and an excellent sailer , and had been built in the kingdom of Spain ; it was agreed that our whaler would con- stantly keep by the ...
... called by Bower , whose narrative closely agrees on many points with Girard's ) . " It was a new one and an excellent sailer , and had been built in the kingdom of Spain ; it was agreed that our whaler would con- stantly keep by the ...
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... called upwards to the groups : And as " What do ' ee think of my sweet- hearts ? They'm come for a bit of a boat - ride for to see which loves me best . There's no time fer the consid- erin ' of such things on dry land . " And then she ...
... called upwards to the groups : And as " What do ' ee think of my sweet- hearts ? They'm come for a bit of a boat - ride for to see which loves me best . There's no time fer the consid- erin ' of such things on dry land . " And then she ...
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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?