The disowned, by the author of 'Pelham'. by sir E. Bulwer Lytton |
Frases i termes més freqüents
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 4 - Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat — Come hither, come hither, come hither! Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i' the sun, Seeking the food he eats And pleased with what he gets — Come hither, come hither, come hither!
Pàgina 180 - My son, if thou wilt receive my words, and hide my commandments with thee, so that thou incline thine ear unto wisdom, and apply thine heart to understanding; yea, if thou criest after knowledge, and liftest up thy voice for understanding ; if thou seekest her as silver, and searchest for her as for hid treasures ; then shalt thou understand the fear of the Lord, and find the knowledge of God.
Pàgina 187 - Round-hoof'd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, Broad breast, full eye, small head, and nostril wide, High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong, Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide : Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Save a proud rider on so proud a back.
Pàgina 4 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons...
Pàgina 153 - Thus, holding high discourse, they came to where The cursed carle was at his wonted trade; Still tempting heedless men into his snare, In witching wise, as I before have said. But when he saw, in goodly...
Pàgina 79 - And made his hands to struggle in the air, His Druid locks to shake and ooze with sweat, His eyes to fever out, his voice to cease. He stood, and heard not Thea's sobbing deep ; A little time, and then again he snatch'd Utterance thus : — " But cannot I create ? Cannot I form?
Pàgina 4 - ... creek: We all pearls scorn, Save what the dewy morn Congeals upon each little spire of grass, Which careless shepherds beat down as they pass: And gold ne'er here appears, Save what the yellow Ceres bears. Blest silent groves ! Oh may you be For ever Mirth's best nursery!
Pàgina 101 - ... substances flit and fade like shadows, and shadows grow glowingly into truth. Her soul's creations are not as the moving and mortal images seen in the common day : they are things, like spirits steeped in the dim moonlight, heard when all else are still, and busy when earth's labourers are at rest ! They are Such stuff As dreams are made of, and their little life Is rounded by a sleep.
Pàgina 247 - Grant that I may die glorifying thee for all thy mercies, and that at the last thou hast permitted me to be singled out as a witness of thy truth; and even by the confession of my opposers, for that GOOD OLD CAUSE in which I was from my youth engaged, and for which thou hast often and wonderfully declared thyself...
Pàgina 144 - But there is one way of attaining what we may term, if not utter, at least mortal happiness ; it is this — a sincere and unrelaxing activity for the happiness of others.