Littell's Living Age, Svazek 117Living Age Company Incorporated, 1873 |
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Strana 9
... beauty . One of these sweet little valleys , not more than 100 yards wide , is enclosed by two mountains , each of which rises 1200 feet above the vale . Their bases almost touch , although the summits recede ; and in the sides of both ...
... beauty . One of these sweet little valleys , not more than 100 yards wide , is enclosed by two mountains , each of which rises 1200 feet above the vale . Their bases almost touch , although the summits recede ; and in the sides of both ...
Strana 10
... beauty and luxuriance . " where the survey was slightly interrupted , Shechem , the city of refuge , stood here . We are , of course ,, contemplating " the parcel of ground that Jacob gave to his son Joseph , " and we know that close to ...
... beauty and luxuriance . " where the survey was slightly interrupted , Shechem , the city of refuge , stood here . We are , of course ,, contemplating " the parcel of ground that Jacob gave to his son Joseph , " and we know that close to ...
Strana 23
... beauty - women " as " I BELIEVE , " said Lemercier , as the coupé rolled through the lively alleys of there are certain " beauty - men , " in whose the Bois de Boulogne , " that Paris is built features one detects no fault - who are on ...
... beauty - women " as " I BELIEVE , " said Lemercier , as the coupé rolled through the lively alleys of there are certain " beauty - men , " in whose the Bois de Boulogne , " that Paris is built features one detects no fault - who are on ...
Strana 27
... beauty , that divine joy in a world beyond this Be this as it may , it was in this poem world , which you had led me to believe it so pre - eminently Christian that I found was the prerogative of ideal art to bestow . the something ...
... beauty , that divine joy in a world beyond this Be this as it may , it was in this poem world , which you had led me to believe it so pre - eminently Christian that I found was the prerogative of ideal art to bestow . the something ...
Strana 30
... beauty of the situation and the character . Am I jealous when I say this ? Read on and judge . -- On our return that night , when I had seen the Venosta to bed , I went into my own room , opened the window , and looked out . A lovely ...
... beauty of the situation and the character . Am I jealous when I say this ? Read on and judge . -- On our return that night , when I had seen the Venosta to bed , I went into my own room , opened the window , and looked out . A lovely ...
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Strana 199 - tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door ; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve : ask for me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o...
Strana 199 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery...
Strana 427 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Strana 201 - If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep My dreams presage some joyful news at hand. My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne, And all this day an unaccustom'd spirit Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.
Strana 376 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Strana 198 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world...
Strana 196 - And who, in time, knows whither we may vent The treasure of our tongue, to what strange shores This gain of our best glory shall be sent, T' enrich unknowing nations with our stores? What worlds in th' yet unformed Occident May come refined with th
Strana 251 - And there are also many other things which Jesus did, the which, if they should be written every one, I suppose that even the world itself could not contain the books that should be written.
Strana 194 - Trompington I laughed with Chaucer in the hawthorn shade ; Heard him, while birds were warbling, tell his tales Of amorous passion. And that gentle Bard, Chosen by the Muses for their Page of State — Sweet Spenser, moving through his clouded heaven With the moon's beauty and the moon's soft pace, I called him Brother, Englishman, and Friend ! Yea, our blind Poet, who in his later day, Stood almost single ; uttering odious truth...
Strana 348 - Was roofed with clouds of rich emblazonry Dark purple at the zenith, which still grew Down the steep West into a wondrous hue Brighter than burning gold, even to the rent Where the swift sun yet paused in his descent Among the many-folded hills : they were Those famous Euganean hills, which bear, As seen from Lido thro...