Eliza Cook's journal, Volum 101854 |
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Pàgina 2
... town itself will afford a few studies in that branch of science , and you will go away with the impression that Dover will well repay a day's visit . At eleven p.m. I went on board the Ostend steamer that lay alongside of the steamer ...
... town itself will afford a few studies in that branch of science , and you will go away with the impression that Dover will well repay a day's visit . At eleven p.m. I went on board the Ostend steamer that lay alongside of the steamer ...
Pàgina 4
... Town , his mind had lived upon the small food afforded by a very limited school education , and , having never known better company than his own , he might almost be pardoned for preferring any company to none . Snidger Snidger took a ...
... Town , his mind had lived upon the small food afforded by a very limited school education , and , having never known better company than his own , he might almost be pardoned for preferring any company to none . Snidger Snidger took a ...
Pàgina 5
... Town , " and lent money to the " Professor " ( a German adventurer could not be less ! ) on account of instructions ... towns for a shortening of the hours of labour in shops , warehouses , and offices . The factory hands having got ...
... Town , " and lent money to the " Professor " ( a German adventurer could not be less ! ) on account of instructions ... towns for a shortening of the hours of labour in shops , warehouses , and offices . The factory hands having got ...
Pàgina 19
... towns . Of course my first stroll was to the cathedral , of which , the inside being scarcely visible in the deepening ... town ; up one narrow street , down another , threading narrow alleys , -now in a doubtful neighbourhood , -now ...
... towns . Of course my first stroll was to the cathedral , of which , the inside being scarcely visible in the deepening ... town ; up one narrow street , down another , threading narrow alleys , -now in a doubtful neighbourhood , -now ...
Pàgina 21
... town that called up recollections of Luther . There were not more than a dozen passengers , and as the night came on ... towns , and villages . Ghosts are ever haunting them , in summer and winter , by night and by day . They stalk ...
... town that called up recollections of Luther . There were not more than a dozen passengers , and as the night came on ... towns , and villages . Ghosts are ever haunting them , in summer and winter , by night and by day . They stalk ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
Abbotsford amongst answer appearance asked Battyr Bazouge beautiful better Birmingham called Chamonix character Charles Harpur child cholera church classes Courmayeur dark dear death door Drury Lane Eildon Hills England English eyes face father feel Fleet Street Friedli friends gentleman girl give hand happy head heard heart hills honour hour John Ketch Josephine labour lady Latitat live London look Lord marriage matter means Melrose Abbey ment mind Miss morning mother never night Niort once passed perhaps persons poor present quadrille replied Robert Owen Roger round scarcely Scotland seemed side Sir Walter Scott snow society soon spirit Street talk tell things thou thought tion took town turned village voice walk wife window woman women words young
Passatges populars
Pàgina 177 - What is that, Mother ? The swan, my love ! He is floating down, from his native grove ; No loved one, now, no nestling, nigh, He is floating down, by himself, to die; Death darkens his eye, and unplumes his wings, Yet the sweetest song, is the last, he sings. Live so, my love, that when death shall come, Swanlike and sweet, it may waft thee home!
Pàgina 257 - INTO the sunshine, Full of the light, Leaping and flashing From morn till night ; Into the moonlight, Whiter than snow, Waving so flower-like When the winds blow ; Into the starlight Rushing in spray, Happy at midnight, Happy by day ; Ever in...
Pàgina 163 - The foxes have holes, and the birds of the air nests : but the son of man hath not where to lay his head.
Pàgina 295 - The moon on the east oriel shone, Through slender shafts of shapely stone, By foliaged tracery combined ; Thou would'st have thought some fairy's hand, "Twixt poplars straight, the osier wand, In many a freakish knot, had twined ; Then framed a spell, when the work was done, And changed the willow wreaths to stone.
Pàgina 49 - He stretched some chords, and drew Music that made men's bosoms swell Fearless, or brimmed their eyes with dew. Then King Admetus, one who had Pure taste by right divine...
Pàgina 177 - The swan, my love !He is floating down from his native grove ; No loved one now, no nestling nigh, He is floating down, by himself to die : Death darkens his eye, and unplumes his wings, Yet his sweetest song is the last he sings. Live so, my love, that when death shall come, Swan-like and sweet, it may waft thee home.
Pàgina 151 - George's banner, broad and gay, Now faded, as the fading ray Less bright, and less, was flung; The evening gale had scarce the power To wave it on the donjon tower, So heavily it hung.
Pàgina 177 - What is that mother ? The eagle, boy ! Proudly careering his course of joy, Firm, on his own mountain vigour relying, Breasting the dark storm, the red bolt defying ; His wing on the wind, and his eye on the sun, He swerves not a hair, but bears onward, right on. Boy, may the eagle's flight ever be thine, Onward and upward, and true to the line.
Pàgina 11 - But the greatest error of all the rest is the mistaking or misplacing of the last or furthest end of knowledge. For men have entered into a desire of learning and knowledge, sometimes upon a natural curiosity and inquisitive appetite ; sometimes to entertain their minds with variety and delight ; sometimes for ornament and reputation; and sometimes to enable them to victory of wit and contradiction; and most times for lucre and profession...
Pàgina 177 - What is that, mother ? The dove, my son. — And that low, sweet voice, like a widow's moan, Is flowing out from her gentle breast, Constant and pure by that lonely nest, As the wave is poured from some crystal urn, For her distant dear one's quick return. Ever, my son, be thou like the dove, — In friendship as faithful, as constant' in love. What is that, mother...