Littell's Living Age, Volumen206Living Age Company, Incorporated, 1895 |
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... hour , round his own Kill in Durrow The wish of his mind . The sound of the wind in the elms , like the strings of A harp being played , The note of the blackbird that claps with the wings of Delight in the glade . With him in Ros ...
... hour , round his own Kill in Durrow The wish of his mind . The sound of the wind in the elms , like the strings of A harp being played , The note of the blackbird that claps with the wings of Delight in the glade . With him in Ros ...
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... hour's start of me . " " You mean you don't care to be good - looking ? " " Would you believe me if I said so ? " The girl hesitated . " I never be- lieved any woman yet who said so ; but you " she broke off suddenly , with a slight ...
... hour's start of me . " " You mean you don't care to be good - looking ? " " Would you believe me if I said so ? " The girl hesitated . " I never be- lieved any woman yet who said so ; but you " she broke off suddenly , with a slight ...
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... hour later , when she returned to say good - night , her place was occupied by the man " whose wife was a brute . " - " Let us take a turn along the pa- rade , if you are not too tired , " said a young man to his companion . " It is a ...
... hour later , when she returned to say good - night , her place was occupied by the man " whose wife was a brute . " - " Let us take a turn along the pa- rade , if you are not too tired , " said a young man to his companion . " It is a ...
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... hour or two . " - I She was silent for a few moments , and then resumed with a light sneer that only half concealed her nervous- " You know all about me , I presume ? I have become quite a celebrity since we met . " ness . " Yes , I ...
... hour or two . " - I She was silent for a few moments , and then resumed with a light sneer that only half concealed her nervous- " You know all about me , I presume ? I have become quite a celebrity since we met . " ness . " Yes , I ...
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... hour of the Grandonico - Malabaricum sive Samscru- execution of Charles I. , and did all for him that any man could do then . Nine years later , Cromwell also lay on his bier , and at the head was placed the little white satin banner ...
... hour of the Grandonico - Malabaricum sive Samscru- execution of Charles I. , and did all for him that any man could do then . Nine years later , Cromwell also lay on his bier , and at the head was placed the little white satin banner ...
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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?