At the Sign of the Hobby HorseHoughton Mifflin, 1910 - 252 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 8
... Poor dear Miss Byron waits patiently through five quarto volumes for her magnificent young man to commit himself . " Sir Charles conducted me to the cedar parlour , where were already my aunt and my grandmama . He sat down , and with a ...
... Poor dear Miss Byron waits patiently through five quarto volumes for her magnificent young man to commit himself . " Sir Charles conducted me to the cedar parlour , where were already my aunt and my grandmama . He sat down , and with a ...
الصفحة 13
... poor Thorvald had thought to put a blue bow into his hair , Nora might have stayed at home after all ! The goddess and the pretty , immoral little hussy were not all forgotten by their male literary adorers ; but the " mob of ...
... poor Thorvald had thought to put a blue bow into his hair , Nora might have stayed at home after all ! The goddess and the pretty , immoral little hussy were not all forgotten by their male literary adorers ; but the " mob of ...
الصفحة 18
... Poor Thorvald has not only to be honest himself , but must be sufficiently high - minded to understand why she should n't be ; and Candida's husband is expected to be so pure of heart as to condone a flirtation such as he himself would ...
... Poor Thorvald has not only to be honest himself , but must be sufficiently high - minded to understand why she should n't be ; and Candida's husband is expected to be so pure of heart as to condone a flirtation such as he himself would ...
الصفحة 20
... poor , maddened husband who refused to accept her account of the meeting . And no one seemed to feel that his wrongs lay in the fact that she had been trying to save him through his own dishon- our . That she had not dishonoured him was ...
... poor , maddened husband who refused to accept her account of the meeting . And no one seemed to feel that his wrongs lay in the fact that she had been trying to save him through his own dishon- our . That she had not dishonoured him was ...
الصفحة 21
... poor lady , who , having lost her claim to kindness and respect , wandered in the snow , or crept home to die on the outraged husband's or father's doorstep . No repentance could avail to replace her in the high estate she had forfeited ...
... poor lady , who , having lost her claim to kindness and respect , wandered in the snow , or crept home to die on the outraged husband's or father's doorstep . No repentance could avail to replace her in the high estate she had forfeited ...
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الصفحة 72 - One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good Than all the sages can.
الصفحة 130 - The melancholy waters lie. No rays from the holy heaven come down On the long night-time of that town...
الصفحة 124 - Our log-rolling, our stumps and their politics, our fisheries, our Negroes, and Indians, our boats, and our repudiations, the wrath of rogues, and the pusillanimity of honest men, the northern trade, the southern planting, the western clearing, Oregon and Texas, are yet unsung. Yet America is a poem in our eyes ; its ample geography dazzles the imagination, and it will not wait long for metres.
الصفحة 129 - My love, she sleeps! Oh, may her sleep, As it is lasting, so be deep!
الصفحة 225 - Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows ; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. Tt may be that the gulfs will wash us down: It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho...
الصفحة 21 - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray, What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, ' To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom — is to die.
الصفحة 230 - A bright torch, and a casement ope at night, To let the warm Love in!
الصفحة 229 - Yes, I will be thy priest, and build a fane In some untrodden region of my mind, Where branched thoughts, new grown with pleasant pain, Instead of pines shall murmur in the wind...
الصفحة 122 - Howe'er it be, it seems to me, Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
الصفحة 87 - Here you come with your old music, and here's all the good it brings. What, they lived once thus at Venice where the merchants were the kings, Where St. Mark's is, where the Doges used to wed the sea with rings?