Eliza Cook's journal, Том 6 |
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... leave it to the Our lords and gentry poor , who can't get out of it . have all gone . The Duke of Leinster's fine house there , is now a Museum . You see how it is , your honour ! " We had now driven back to a part of the city higher up ...
... leave it to the Our lords and gentry poor , who can't get out of it . have all gone . The Duke of Leinster's fine house there , is now a Museum . You see how it is , your honour ! " We had now driven back to a part of the city higher up ...
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... leaving behind him a collection of snuffs , worth upwards of a thou- sand pounds ! In There are also national tastes ... leaves an ugly gap in a valu- able book , and the collector of old manuscripts not unfrequently leaves a hole in the ...
... leaving behind him a collection of snuffs , worth upwards of a thou- sand pounds ! In There are also national tastes ... leaves an ugly gap in a valu- able book , and the collector of old manuscripts not unfrequently leaves a hole in the ...
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... leave it to the young and rising aspirants for musical honours ! Rossini , in person , is remarkably good looking , possessing easy and fascinating manners , and it is said that when in his zenith he was warmly admired by the fair sex ...
... leave it to the young and rising aspirants for musical honours ! Rossini , in person , is remarkably good looking , possessing easy and fascinating manners , and it is said that when in his zenith he was warmly admired by the fair sex ...
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... leaves the handle or the spout behind some day . ' The dainty vase which is kept under a glass - case in a drawing ... leave a bitterness in the minds of those which are touched . I have seen many so prone to quip and gird , as they ...
... leaves the handle or the spout behind some day . ' The dainty vase which is kept under a glass - case in a drawing ... leave a bitterness in the minds of those which are touched . I have seen many so prone to quip and gird , as they ...
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... leave . But you should have gone to bed , Mar- garet . " " No ; I was not at all tired , " answered the wife . " But , now , make haste in ; you are heated , and the cool night air may do you harm . ' " " Lovingly she drew him into the ...
... leave . But you should have gone to bed , Mar- garet . " " No ; I was not at all tired , " answered the wife . " But , now , make haste in ; you are heated , and the cool night air may do you harm . ' " " Lovingly she drew him into the ...
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Стр. 323 - And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day, Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Стр. 323 - Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay. That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters. Not from the bards sublime. Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time.
Стр. 342 - Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, From garret to basement, She stood with amazement, Houseless by night. The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver, But not the dark arch, Or the black flowing river ; Mad from life's history, Glad to death's mystery Swift to be hurled — Anywhere, anywhere Out of the world ! In she plunged boldly, No matter how coldly The rough river ran.
Стр. 37 - Here's flowers for you: Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram ; The marigold, that goes to bed with the sun, And with him rises, weeping; these are flowers Of middle summer, and I think they are given To men of middle age.
Стр. 128 - For want of a nail, the shoe was lost, For want of a shoe, the horse was lost, For want of a horse, the rider was lost, For want of a rider, the battle was lost.
Стр. 83 - Lines Written in Early Spring I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes.
Стр. 342 - Through muddy impurity, As when with the daring Last look of despairing Fixed on futurity. Perishing gloomily, Spurred by contumely, Cold inhumanity, Burning insanity, Into her rest, — Cross her hands humbly, As if praying dumbly, Over her breast! Owning her weakness, Her evil behaviour, And leaving, with meekness, Her sins to her Saviour!
Стр. 36 - And they answered the angel of the Lord that stood among the myrtle trees, and said, 'We have walked to and fro through the earth, and, behold, all the earth sitteth still, and is at rest.
Стр. 108 - 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! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Стр. 225 - The silent majesty of these deep woods, Its presence shall uplift thy thoughts from earth, As to the sunshine and the pure, bright air Their tops the green trees lift. Hence gifted bards Have ever loved the calm and quiet shades. For them there was an eloquent voice in all The sylvan pomp of woods, the golden sun, The flowers, the leaves, the river on its way, Blue skies, and silver clouds, and gentle winds...