Littell's Living Age, Svazek 26Living Age Company, Incorporated, 1850 |
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Strana 18
... remained three days and three nights without tasting any food proper either for man or horse . met , was a series of treatises on the various super- They showed her to the priests of the place , who stitions of mankind , from magic to ...
... remained three days and three nights without tasting any food proper either for man or horse . met , was a series of treatises on the various super- They showed her to the priests of the place , who stitions of mankind , from magic to ...
Strana 41
... remained silent for many minutes . At last he resumed his narrative say- ing- " Well , I must tell you of the end of this adven- ture . Schickaneder and Stadler remained talking of the dark stories of dreams , witchcraft , and won- ders ...
... remained silent for many minutes . At last he resumed his narrative say- ing- " Well , I must tell you of the end of this adven- ture . Schickaneder and Stadler remained talking of the dark stories of dreams , witchcraft , and won- ders ...
Strana 42
... remained silent . " What say you to a requiem for a living man ? ' he repeated , rather impatiently . " I replied as Schickaneder had told me to do , - " I can answer no questions ; the requiem must be ready for a certain day , for it ...
... remained silent . " What say you to a requiem for a living man ? ' he repeated , rather impatiently . " I replied as Schickaneder had told me to do , - " I can answer no questions ; the requiem must be ready for a certain day , for it ...
Strana 43
... remained motionless , feeling that my presence , my words , were as terrible to my listener as those of a supernatural messenger . There was to me a certain degree of vivid pleasure in this position ; and I imagine that the arch - rogue ...
... remained motionless , feeling that my presence , my words , were as terrible to my listener as those of a supernatural messenger . There was to me a certain degree of vivid pleasure in this position ; and I imagine that the arch - rogue ...
Strana 58
... remained to pray . GOLDSMITH . ACCORDINGLY , Mr. St. Leger , his objections having been overruled by Edgar , accepted the place offered him in General Melwyn's family . In old times it would probably have been called , what it literally ...
... remained to pray . GOLDSMITH . ACCORDINGLY , Mr. St. Leger , his objections having been overruled by Edgar , accepted the place offered him in General Melwyn's family . In old times it would probably have been called , what it literally ...
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Strana 166 - RING out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light : The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
Strana 164 - SOMETIMES hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel; For words, like Nature, half reveal And half conceal the Soul within.
Strana 166 - Ring out a slowly dying cause, And ancient forms of party strife ; Ring in the nobler modes of life, With sweeter manners, purer laws. Ring out the want, the care, the sin, The faithless coldness of the times ; Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes, But ring the fuller minstrel in. Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite ; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease ; Ring out the narrowing lust of gold...
Strana 278 - He laid us as we lay at birth On the cool flowery lap of earth, Smiles broke from us and we had ease; The hills were round us, and the breeze Went o'er the sun-lit fields again; Our foreheads felt the wind and rain. Our youth return'd; for there was shed On spirits that had long been dead, Spirits dried up and closely furl'd, The freshness of the early world.
Strana 164 - And only thro' the faded leaf The chestnut pattering to the ground: Calm and deep peace on this high wold, And on these dews that drench the furze, And all the silvery gossamers That twinkle into green and gold: Calm and still light on yon great plain That sweeps with all its autumn bowers, And crowded farms and lessening towers, To mingle with the bounding main...
Strana 227 - Eagle rapidly advances, and is just on the point of reaching his opponent, when, with a sudden scream, probably of despair and honest execration, the latter drops his fish : the Eagle, poising himself for a moment, as if to take a more certain aim, descends like a whirlwind, snatches it in his grasp ere it reaches the water, and bears his ill-gotten booty silently away to the woods.
Strana 164 - A hand that can be clasp'd no more— Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning to the door. He is not here; but far away The noise of life begins again, And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day.
Strana 103 - Was as rapid, as deep, and as brilliant a tide As ever bore Freedom aloft on its wave...
Strana 165 - Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be: They are but broken lights of thee, And thou, O Lord, art more than they.
Strana 165 - The path by which we twain did go, Which led by tracts that pleased us well, Thro' four sweet years arose and fell, From flower to flower, from snow to snow: And we with singing...