Eclectic Magazine, and Monthly Edition of the Living Age, Том 46John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell Leavitt, Throw and Company, 1859 |
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... close necessary even for the discussion of busi- at hand and not necessarily either imme- ness itself , when occasion calls for it , that diately useful or immensely important ; a sensible woman should ever have been we must get rid of ...
... close necessary even for the discussion of busi- at hand and not necessarily either imme- ness itself , when occasion calls for it , that diately useful or immensely important ; a sensible woman should ever have been we must get rid of ...
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... close and clear view of a single and simple ac- tion , and represents it strictly upon the explicit and rhythmical and not the sym- bolic and harmonic method , and conse- The blackbird sang us forth , from yonder bough That hides the ...
... close and clear view of a single and simple ac- tion , and represents it strictly upon the explicit and rhythmical and not the sym- bolic and harmonic method , and conse- The blackbird sang us forth , from yonder bough That hides the ...
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... close this notice without calling attention to a very fine point in the moral structure of this drama . So terrible a fate as that of Violenzia , is shown to have been not unprovoked by herself . It is represented as the penalty that ...
... close this notice without calling attention to a very fine point in the moral structure of this drama . So terrible a fate as that of Violenzia , is shown to have been not unprovoked by herself . It is represented as the penalty that ...
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... close to my sister's bed . ” Why add a word of ours , to jar on the silence which may be felt , in which dies away that Suspirium de Profundis , that heavy - laden , deep - drawn sigh ? GREAT TOMB OF MAN . YET not to thy eternal resting ...
... close to my sister's bed . ” Why add a word of ours , to jar on the silence which may be felt , in which dies away that Suspirium de Profundis , that heavy - laden , deep - drawn sigh ? GREAT TOMB OF MAN . YET not to thy eternal resting ...
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... close shut mouth with thin lips , prominent jaws and nose , receding brow , by no means of Olympian hight ; head , however , is of long form , and has superlative gray eyes in it . Not what is called a beautiful man ; nor yet by all ...
... close shut mouth with thin lips , prominent jaws and nose , receding brow , by no means of Olympian hight ; head , however , is of long form , and has superlative gray eyes in it . Not what is called a beautiful man ; nor yet by all ...
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Стр. 202 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Стр. 453 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where ; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song ? Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke ; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.
Стр. 207 - THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts that once beat high for praise Now feel that pulse no more.
Стр. 300 - That servile path thou nobly dost decline, Of tracing word by word, and line by line : A new and nobler way thou dost pursue, To make translations ,and translators too : They but preserve the ashes, thou the flame, True to his sense, but truer to his fame.
Стр. 207 - Yearning for the large excitement that the coming years would yield, Eager-hearted as a boy when first he leaves his father's field, And at night along the dusky highway near and nearer drawn, Sees in heaven the light of London flaring like a dreary dawn...
Стр. 52 - The hills Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun; the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between; The venerable woods, rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.
Стр. 3 - Heaven from all creatures hides the book of fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed today, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Стр. 63 - And enter not into judgment with thy servant: for in thy sight shall no man living be justified.
Стр. 34 - And snowy summits old in story; The long light shakes across the lakes And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far, from cliff and scar, The horns of Elfland faintly blowing!
Стр. 10 - Yet in the long years liker must they grow; The man be more of woman, she of man; He gain in sweetness and in moral height, Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world; She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care, Nor lose the childlike in the larger mind; Till at the last she set herself to man, Like perfect music unto noble words...