Every Saturday: A Journal of Choice Reading, Volum 1Ticknor and Fields., 1866 |
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Pàgina 17
... window in Brasenose College Chapel and busts in the Bodleian and the Pavilion at Brighton testify to the respect and love of his friends . A more thoughtful , suggestive , and beautiful preacher never entered a pulpit ; a simpler and ...
... window in Brasenose College Chapel and busts in the Bodleian and the Pavilion at Brighton testify to the respect and love of his friends . A more thoughtful , suggestive , and beautiful preacher never entered a pulpit ; a simpler and ...
Pàgina 30
... window , a knocker for the very literally , on the ground , that is , on the bare door . The man is a curious deformed creature , of earth . Furniture , of course , is of the usual Irish whom more will be said hereafter . The wife is ...
... window , a knocker for the very literally , on the ground , that is , on the bare door . The man is a curious deformed creature , of earth . Furniture , of course , is of the usual Irish whom more will be said hereafter . The wife is ...
Pàgina 41
... window . I thought her earnestly interested in the fascinatingly romantic scenes past which we were flying , the rocky heights , castle - looking rocks and rocky - looking castles , the blue bays and gray olive - hoary plains , which ...
... window . I thought her earnestly interested in the fascinatingly romantic scenes past which we were flying , the rocky heights , castle - looking rocks and rocky - looking castles , the blue bays and gray olive - hoary plains , which ...
Pàgina 45
... window , from which one could see the Tiber , the Castle of St. An- gelo , and the line of Mons Janiculus , was streaming on a low couch where my poor young schoolfellow lay . I saw directly that life with him was a question of no more ...
... window , from which one could see the Tiber , the Castle of St. An- gelo , and the line of Mons Janiculus , was streaming on a low couch where my poor young schoolfellow lay . I saw directly that life with him was a question of no more ...
Pàgina 46
... windows that looked down over the city , and pondered how I could convince her of my love , that is to say , of the ... window , and stood looking out . veil of blackness gathered between me and all I looked on . I was ill with anger ...
... windows that looked down over the city , and pondered how I could convince her of my love , that is to say , of the ... window , and stood looking out . veil of blackness gathered between me and all I looked on . I was ill with anger ...
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Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
Frases i termes més freqüents
appeared arms asked barrister beautiful better Bourhope brother called captain carats Chrissy color Colter Corrie crinoline dark daugh dear death Derry door England English eyes face father feel feet France French gentleman Giovanni Doria girls give guarda-costa Gustave Doré half hand head hear heard heart hour hundred Jack Bulstrode John King knew lady Langworth laughed light living look Lord Ludlow Castle matter ment Mildmay mind Mont Saint Michel morning mother nervous never night O'Kanes once Paris passed perhaps poor portmanteau present purser Rosendale Rothenthurm round seemed seen ship side sizar soon stairs stood talk tell things thou thought tion told took town turned Victor Hugo voice walked wife window woman words workhouse young
Passatges populars
Pàgina 256 - Too rare, too rare, grow now my visits here, But once I knew each field, each flower, each stick; And with the country-folk acquaintance made By barn in threshing-time, by new-built rick. Here, too, our shepherd-pipes we first assay'd.
Pàgina 190 - And many more, whose names on Earth are dark, But whose transmitted effluence cannot die So long as fire outlives the parent spark, Rose, robed in dazzling immortality. ' Thou art become as one of us...
Pàgina 281 - Now it appears to me that almost any Man may like the spider spin from his own inwards his own airy Citadel — the points of leaves and twigs on which the spider begins her work are few, and she fills the air with a beautiful circuiting. Man should be content with as few points to tip with the fine Web of his Soul, and weave a tapestry empyrean full of symbols for his spiritual eye, of softness for his spiritual touch, of space for his wandering, of distinctness for his luxury.
Pàgina 257 - Who, if not I, for questing here hath power? I know the wood which hides the daffodil, I know the Fyfield tree, I know what white, what purple fritillaries The grassy harvest of the river-fields, Above by Ensham, down by Sandford, yields, And what sedged brooks are Thames's tributaries; I know these slopes; who knows them if not I?
Pàgina 33 - The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober coloring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
Pàgina 258 - Here cam'st thou in thy jocund youthful . time, Here was thine height of strength, thy golden prime ! And still the haunt beloved a virtue yields.
Pàgina 353 - And let those that play your clowns, speak no more than is set down for them : for there be of them, that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too ; though, in the mean time, some necessary question of the play be then to be considered: that's villainous; and . shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.
Pàgina 256 - Soon will the high Midsummer pomps come on, Soon will the musk carnations break and swell, Soon shall we have gold-dusted snapdragon, Sweet- William with his homely cottage-smell, And stocks in fragrant blow; Roses that down the alleys shine afar, And open, jasmine-muffled lattices, And groups under the dreaming garden-trees, And the full moon, and the white evening-star.
Pàgina 223 - England will never consent that France shall arrogate the power of annulling at her pleasure, and under the pretence of a pretended natural right, of which she makes herself the only judge, the political system of Europe, established by solemn treaties, and guaranteed by the consent of all the powers.
Pàgina 75 - O Beautiful! my Country! ours once more! Smoothing thy gold of war-dishevelled hair O'er such sweet brows as never other wore, And letting thy set lips, Freed from wrath's pale eclipse, The rosy edges of their smile lay bare, What words divine of lover or of poet Could tell our love and make thee know it, Among the Nations bright beyond compare? What were our lives without thee? What all our lives to save thee? We reck not what we gave thee; We will not dare to doubt thee, But ask whatever else,...