The Eagle: A Magazine, المجلدات 3-4W. Metcalfe, 1863 |
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... , and sincerely wished that he might never again spend so dull a day . Late in the afternoon it ceased raining , and we strolled about the broken rocks near our cave , hunting for plants 8 Three Days among the Alps of Dauphinè .
... , and sincerely wished that he might never again spend so dull a day . Late in the afternoon it ceased raining , and we strolled about the broken rocks near our cave , hunting for plants 8 Three Days among the Alps of Dauphinè .
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... late to face a second journey , so we went comfortless to bed . That night it snowed as before . And all next day it snowed too : then it cleared and froze intensely hard ; next morning a hot nor ' - wester sprung up , and the snow ...
... late to face a second journey , so we went comfortless to bed . That night it snowed as before . And all next day it snowed too : then it cleared and froze intensely hard ; next morning a hot nor ' - wester sprung up , and the snow ...
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... late to - night , if I am not quick , so farewell . " " Good bye - all sets will meet there at least . " Reader of The Eagle , if you reach the end of this rambling discourse , do not be angry with me ; it expresses my convictions ...
... late to - night , if I am not quick , so farewell . " " Good bye - all sets will meet there at least . " Reader of The Eagle , if you reach the end of this rambling discourse , do not be angry with me ; it expresses my convictions ...
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... late to finish some Latin verses which he was to present to the Queen as a New - Year's gift , and to write some letters to his friends , he fell into a lingering disease , which Grant calls " gravem morbum , " and Whitaker a violent ...
... late to finish some Latin verses which he was to present to the Queen as a New - Year's gift , and to write some letters to his friends , he fell into a lingering disease , which Grant calls " gravem morbum , " and Whitaker a violent ...
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... late . Sometimes my experiences would take another direction . I should all at once discover I was walking through a miniature lake , and that a little cataract was playing picturesquely down the side of each boot , and forming little ...
... late . Sometimes my experiences would take another direction . I should all at once discover I was walking through a miniature lake , and that a little cataract was playing picturesquely down the side of each boot , and forming little ...
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الصفحة 275 - CALL it not vain ¡—they do not err, Who say, that when the Poet dies, Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies : Who say, tall cliff, and cavern lone, For the departed Bard make moan ; That mountains weep in crystal rill ; That flowers in tears of balm distil ; Through his loved groves that breezes sigh, And oaks, in deeper groan, reply; And rivers teach their rushing wave To murmur dirges round his grave.
الصفحة 172 - And the glorious Majesty of the Lord our God be upon us : prosper thou the work of our hands upon us, O prosper thou our handy-work.
الصفحة 185 - Tu-whit, tu-who ! a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit, tu-who...
الصفحة 65 - Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot, To pour the fresh instruction o'er the mind, To breathe the' enlivening spirit, and to fix The generous purpose in the glowing breast.
الصفحة 205 - For woman is not undevelopt man, But diverse : could we make her as the man, Sweet Love were slain : his dearest bond is this, Not like to like, hut like in difference.
الصفحة 348 - Immediately the mountains huge appear Emergent, and their broad bare backs upheave Into the clouds; their tops ascend the sky: So high as heaved the tumid hills, so low Down sunk a hollow bottom broad and deep, Capacious bed of waters...
الصفحة 213 - He that negotiates between God and man, As God's ambassador, the grand concerns Of judgment and of mercy, should beware Of lightness in his speech. Tis pitiful To court a grin, when you should woo a soul ; To break a jest, when pity would inspire Pathetic exhortation ; and to address The skittish fancy with facetious tales, When sent with God's commission to the heart ! So did not Paul.
الصفحة 171 - Endue the creatures with Thy grace, That shall adorn Thy dwelling-place ; The beauty of the oak and pine, The gold and silver, make them Thine.
الصفحة 15 - But when thou art bidden, go and sit down in the lowest room; that when he that bade thee cometh, he may say unto thee, Friend, go up higher...
الصفحة 194 - Dear mother Ida, harken ere I die. It was the deep midnoon: one silvery cloud Had lost his way between the piney sides Of this long glen. Then to the bower they came, Naked they came to that smooth-swarded bower, And at their feet the crocus brake like fire, Violet, amaracus, and asphodel, Lotos and lilies: and a wind arose, And overhead the wandering ivy and vine, This way and that, in many a wild festoon Ran riot, garlanding the gnarled boughs With bunch and berry and flower thro