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Pàgina 7
... felt its truth , as exemplified in his own unhappy existence . Cynric remained till Lucy was buried ; and then left Wales for ever . He added largely to the provision which Lucy had made for the servants , out of the wealth which he had ...
... felt its truth , as exemplified in his own unhappy existence . Cynric remained till Lucy was buried ; and then left Wales for ever . He added largely to the provision which Lucy had made for the servants , out of the wealth which he had ...
Pàgina 8
... , became cha- racterized rather by energy than elegance . But a London fog cannot be described . To be appreciated it must be seen , ' or rather felt . There is a kind " of light , to be sure , but it only 8 THE MAGAZINE OF THE BEAU MONDE ;
... , became cha- racterized rather by energy than elegance . But a London fog cannot be described . To be appreciated it must be seen , ' or rather felt . There is a kind " of light , to be sure , but it only 8 THE MAGAZINE OF THE BEAU MONDE ;
Pàgina 26
... felt conscious of being the original wasp ? That the acuteness of bodily suffering , even among the higher classes of the brute creation , is in some manner providentially subdued , and rendered so much less acute as not to be a fit ...
... felt conscious of being the original wasp ? That the acuteness of bodily suffering , even among the higher classes of the brute creation , is in some manner providentially subdued , and rendered so much less acute as not to be a fit ...
Pàgina 27
... felt the first tearings of remorseful fear , God sent to him from the white land of sinless children , the young little Cherub of Pity . And when the wicked captain lifted up his eyes and looked into the forest , he saw far off , as at ...
... felt the first tearings of remorseful fear , God sent to him from the white land of sinless children , the young little Cherub of Pity . And when the wicked captain lifted up his eyes and looked into the forest , he saw far off , as at ...
Pàgina 28
... felt a spell on the desert air That my warrior strength defied , And my sword , before that mighty prayer , Fell powerless by my side . " Mine arm was weak , but not with years , For youth was on my brow ; I had often look'd on ...
... felt a spell on the desert air That my warrior strength defied , And my sword , before that mighty prayer , Fell powerless by my side . " Mine arm was weak , but not with years , For youth was on my brow ; I had often look'd on ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 35 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Pàgina 10 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Pàgina 52 - And he saw the lean dogs beneath the wall Hold o'er the dead their carnival, Gorging and growling o'er carcass and limb; They were too busy to bark at him!
Pàgina 145 - A rose's brief bright life of joy, Such unto him was given ; Go — thou must play alone, my boy! Thy brother is in heaven." "And has he left his birds and flowers; And must I call in vain? And through the long, long summer hours, Will he not come again? " And by the brook and in the glade Are all our wanderings o'er? Oh ! while my brother with me play'd, Would I had loved him more !
Pàgina 10 - When icicles hang by the wall And Dick the shepherd blows his nail And Tom bears logs into the hall And milk comes frozen home in pail, When blood is nipp'd and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Pàgina 153 - IT is not that my lot is low, That bids this silent tear to flow; It is not grief that bids me moan, It is that I am all alone.
Pàgina 170 - I am not — the panegyrist of England. I am not dazzled by her riches, nor awed by her power. The sceptre, the mitre, and the coronet, — stars, garters, and blue ribbons, — seem to me poor things for great men to contend for. Nor is my admiration awakened by her armies mustered for the battles of Europe, her navies overshadowing the ocean, nor her empire grasping the farthest East.
Pàgina 11 - Of the waves breaking on the chalky shore,— All, all are English. Oft have I looked round With joy in Kent's green vales ; but never found Myself so satisfied in heart before. Europe is yet in bonds ; but let that pass, Thought for another moment. Thou art free, My country ! and 'tis joy enough and pride For one hour's perfect bliss, to tread the grass Of England once again, and hear and see, With such a dear companion at my side.
Pàgina 32 - ... masses, which he could not grasp readily with his teeth, he pushed forwards, leaning against them with his right fore-paw and his chin. He never carried anything on his tail, which he liked to dip in water, but he was not fond of plunging in the whole of his body. If his tail was kept moist he never cared to drink ; but if it was kept dry it became hot, and the animal appeared distressed, and would drink a great deal. It is not impossible that the tail may have the power of absorbing water, like...