Temple Bar, المجلد 10Ward and Lock, 1864 |
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... seemed to him that there was something almost supernal in the brightness of that white , wasted face ; something that reminded him of the countenance of a martyr who has ceased to suffer the anguish of death in a foretaste of the joys ...
... seemed to him that there was something almost supernal in the brightness of that white , wasted face ; something that reminded him of the countenance of a martyr who has ceased to suffer the anguish of death in a foretaste of the joys ...
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... seemed very , very kind to me ; always spoke softly ; always told me that he pitied me , and was sorry for me . But though my stepmother looked sternly at me , and spoke , as she always used to speak , in a harsh , cold voice , I ...
... seemed very , very kind to me ; always spoke softly ; always told me that he pitied me , and was sorry for me . But though my stepmother looked sternly at me , and spoke , as she always used to speak , in a harsh , cold voice , I ...
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... seemed to pity me . But she wouldn't believe in my marriage . She spoke cruelly about you , Edward ; cruelly , but in soft words , that seemed only spoken out of compassion for me . No one would believe in my marriage . " No stranger ...
... seemed to pity me . But she wouldn't believe in my marriage . She spoke cruelly about you , Edward ; cruelly , but in soft words , that seemed only spoken out of compassion for me . No one would believe in my marriage . " No stranger ...
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... seemed endless . I think my illness was rheumatic fever , caught by lying on the damp ground nearly all that night when I ran away from the Towers . A long time went by ; -there was frost and snow . I saw the river once out of the ...
... seemed endless . I think my illness was rheumatic fever , caught by lying on the damp ground nearly all that night when I ran away from the Towers . A long time went by ; -there was frost and snow . I saw the river once out of the ...
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... seemed frightened at seeing me . She spoke to me kindly afterwards , but in a strange , terror - stricken voice ; and she laid her head down upon the counterpane of the bed , and sobbed aloud ; and then Paul took her away , and spoke to ...
... seemed frightened at seeing me . She spoke to me kindly afterwards , but in a strange , terror - stricken voice ; and she laid her head down upon the counterpane of the bed , and sobbed aloud ; and then Paul took her away , and spoke to ...
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الصفحة 81 - I have found out a gift for my fair; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed; But let me that plunder forbear, She will say 'twas a barbarous deed...
الصفحة 72 - I SHALL not ask Jean Jacques Rousseau,* If birds confabulate or no ; 'Tis clear, that they were always able To hold discourse, at least in fable ; And e'en the child, who knows no better Than to interpret by the letter, A story of a cock and bull, Must have a most uncommon skull.
الصفحة 84 - On Mincio's banks, in Caesar's bounteous reign, If Tityrus found the Golden Age again, Must sleepy bards the flattering dream prolong, Mechanic echoes of the Mantuan song? From Truth and Nature shall we widely stray, Where Virgil, not where Fancy, leads the way? Yes, thus the Muses sing of happy swains, Because the Muses never knew their pains: They boast their peasants...
الصفحة 73 - Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds Exhilarate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid Nature. Mighty winds, That sweep the skirt of some far-spreading wood Of ancient growth, make music not unlike The dash of Ocean on his winding shore...
الصفحة 84 - Theirs is yon House that holds the parish poor, Whose walls of mud scarce bear the broken door ; There, where the putrid vapours, flagging, play, And the dull wheel hums doleful through the day ;— There children dwell who know no parents...
الصفحة 224 - LORD, who hast taught us that all our doings without charity are nothing worth ; send thy HOLY GHOST, and pour into our hearts that most excellent gift of charity, the very bond of peace, and of all virtues ; without which, whosoever liveth is counted dead before thee : Grant this for thine only Son JESUS CHRIST'S sake. Amen.
الصفحة 83 - His joys unreckon'i as his cares or woes , Though joys and cares in every path are sown, And youthful minds have feelings of their own, Quick springing sorrows, transient as the dew, Delights from trifles, trifles ever new.
الصفحة 80 - There is something in the poetical " Arcadia" so remote from known reality and speculative possibility, that we can never support its representation through a long work. A Pastoral of a hundred lines may be endured ; but who will hear of sheep and goats, and myrtle bowers, and purling rivulets, through five acts...
الصفحة 84 - Their country's beauty or .their nymphs' rehearse ; Yet still for these we frame the tender strain, Still in our lays fond Corydons complain, And shepherds' boys their amorous pains reveal, The only pains, alas ! they never feel.
الصفحة 403 - gan fail him, For no arts could avail him. 2. The second species consists of three Anapaests. 0 ye woods, spread your branches apace; To your deepest recesses I fly ; 1 would hide with the beasts of the chase, I would vanish from every eye.