Littell's Living Age, Volume 148Living Age Company Incorporated, 1881 - American periodicals |
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... look in her lovely eyes , Hannah flew to support her mistress , passed a round arm about her neck , and gazed speechless at the splendid apparition of manhood in all its bravery that stood be- fore her . As in a dream , she saw and ...
... look in her lovely eyes , Hannah flew to support her mistress , passed a round arm about her neck , and gazed speechless at the splendid apparition of manhood in all its bravery that stood be- fore her . As in a dream , she saw and ...
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... look through their spectacles across the tract of bygone years , fondly and sadly , to the place where the morning broke for them , golden and fair . They remember a certain Monday morning , when three of them , Lotty , Mary , and Bet ...
... look through their spectacles across the tract of bygone years , fondly and sadly , to the place where the morning broke for them , golden and fair . They remember a certain Monday morning , when three of them , Lotty , Mary , and Bet ...
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... Look at our friends the major and Mrs. Edge- ware ! Are they ever ill ? Look at their children ! My boy grew up here , and never had a day's illness till I sent him to England , and there he got scarlatina ! It is an English climate ...
... Look at our friends the major and Mrs. Edge- ware ! Are they ever ill ? Look at their children ! My boy grew up here , and never had a day's illness till I sent him to England , and there he got scarlatina ! It is an English climate ...
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... Look up , my own heart maiden ! No foot of man comes here ; ' Tis tenantless as Eden Throughout the tranquil year ! But I am nearly forgetting Old Philip and his wife : From sunrise to sunsetting They lead a simple life . ' Tis sixty ...
... Look up , my own heart maiden ! No foot of man comes here ; ' Tis tenantless as Eden Throughout the tranquil year ! But I am nearly forgetting Old Philip and his wife : From sunrise to sunsetting They lead a simple life . ' Tis sixty ...
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... look a kindly greet- ing ; I have a correspondent to whom I owe many a happy half - hour ; I live a great deal ... looks pleasant if the sun shines , and friendly even in the mist . It is not one of your dreary , stucco , suburban rows ...
... look a kindly greet- ing ; I have a correspondent to whom I owe many a happy half - hour ; I live a great deal ... looks pleasant if the sun shines , and friendly even in the mist . It is not one of your dreary , stucco , suburban rows ...
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Page 409 - Faintly as tolls the evening chime Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn. Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Page 50 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Page 252 - From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
Page 110 - There was a severe, worn pressure of thought about his temples, a fire in his eye (as if he saw something in objects more than the outward appearance), an intense, high, narrow forehead, a Roman nose, cheeks furrowed by strong purpose and feeling, and a convulsive inclination to laughter about the mouth, a good deal at variance with the solemn, stately expression of the rest of his face.
Page 254 - WHEN we two parted . In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted, To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss ; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this. The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow — It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame ; I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame. They name thee before...
Page 345 - Deh, frate, or fa che più non mi ti celi ; Vedi che non pur io, ma questa gente Tutta rimira là dove il sol veli.
Page 253 - So still an image of tranquillity, So calm and still, .and looked so beautiful Amid the uneasy thoughts which filled my mind, That what we feel of sorrow and despair From ruin and from change, and all the grief That passing shows of Being leave behind, Appeared an idle dream, that could not live Where meditation was. I turned away, And walked along my road in happiness.
Page 253 - The Old Man, noting this, resumed, and said, ; My Friend ! enough to sorrow you have given, The purposes of wisdom ask no more ; Be wise and cheerful ; and no longer read The forms of things with an unworthy eye. She sleeps in the calm earth, and peace is here.
Page 310 - There build we thee, O guardian dear, Mark'd with a stone, thy last abode! Then some, who through this garden pass, When we too, like thyself, are clay, Shall see thy grave upon the grass, And stop before the stone, and say: People who lived here long ago Did by this stone, it seems, intend To name for future times to know The dachs-hound, Geist, their little friend.
Page 209 - HEAP on more wood ! — the wind is chill ; But let it whistle as it will, We'll keep our Christmas merry still.