The Eagle: A Magazine, Volumes 5-6W. Metcalfe, 1867 |
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... things in the long - run , and lays up for him a store of enjoyment in retrospect . Those who have met Frenchmen out of their own country will all , more or less , bear me out in these reflections . They may be fairly illustrated by ...
... things in the long - run , and lays up for him a store of enjoyment in retrospect . Those who have met Frenchmen out of their own country will all , more or less , bear me out in these reflections . They may be fairly illustrated by ...
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... thing . " Explain yourself , " says the colonel .- " Do you like it , or do you not ? " " I don't , " replies the lieutenant . A la bonne heure . Then follows a fresh interval of silence- they begin again to look at one another , as if ...
... thing . " Explain yourself , " says the colonel .- " Do you like it , or do you not ? " " I don't , " replies the lieutenant . A la bonne heure . Then follows a fresh interval of silence- they begin again to look at one another , as if ...
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... thing of the past ; but he was actually at work on what he intended to be a classic edition and French Translation of Xenophon de re Equestri . At Naples he made the acquaintance of one Marquis Tacconi , who placed his library at his ...
... thing of the past ; but he was actually at work on what he intended to be a classic edition and French Translation of Xenophon de re Equestri . At Naples he made the acquaintance of one Marquis Tacconi , who placed his library at his ...
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... thing to assert your entire comprehension of all that was in a poet's mind , and quite another to attempt to convey to others some of the profit and delight gained by yourself in the endeavour to apprehend somewhat of his truth and ...
... thing to assert your entire comprehension of all that was in a poet's mind , and quite another to attempt to convey to others some of the profit and delight gained by yourself in the endeavour to apprehend somewhat of his truth and ...
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... thing as flesh . So the poor painter , with all his hearty passionate life , all his longing for natural human enjoyment , stifled into mere sensuality in the chilling air of the convent , is immured in the cloister to paint bloodless ...
... thing as flesh . So the poor painter , with all his hearty passionate life , all his longing for natural human enjoyment , stifled into mere sensuality in the chilling air of the convent , is immured in the cloister to paint bloodless ...
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Page 282 - For woman is not undevelopt man, But diverse : could we make her as the man, Sweet Love were slain : his dearest bond is this, Not like to like, but like in difference. Yet in the long years liker must they grow ; The man be more of woman, she of man ; He gain in sweetness and in moral height, Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world ; She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care, Nor lose the childlike in the larger mind ; Till at the last she set herself to man, Like perfect music unto...
Page 139 - But look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill...
Page 167 - But fly our paths, our feverish contact fly ! For strong the infection of our mental strife, Which, though it gives no bliss, yet spoils for rest ; And we should win thee from thy own fair life, Like us distracted, and like us unblest.
Page 285 - Not as their friend or child I speak! But as on some far northern strand, Thinking of his own Gods, a Greek In pity and mournful awe might stand Before some fallen Runic stone — For both were faiths, and both are gone.
Page 173 - And this place our forefathers made for man! This is the process of our love and wisdom, To each poor brother who offends against us — Most innocent, perhaps — and what if guilty? Is this the only cure? Merciful God? Each pore and natural outlet shrivell'd up By ignorance and parching poverty, His energies roll back upon his heart, And stagnate and corrupt; till changed to poison, They break out on him, like a loathsome plague-spot; Then we call in our pamper'd mountebanks — And this is their...
Page 158 - There is a stern round tower of other days, Firm as a fortress, with its fence of stone, Such as an army's baffled strength delays, Standing with half its battlements alone, And with two thousand years of ivy grown, The garland of eternity, where wave The green leaves over all by time o'erthrown ; — 4 What was this tower of strength? within its cave What treasure lay so lock'd, so hid? — A woman's grave.
Page 163 - Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive Against thy mother aught; leave her to heaven, And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge To prick and sting her.
Page 89 - ... myself. I am sure if I had seen a ghost, I should have looked in the very same manner, and done just as he did. And then, to be sure, in that scene, as you called it, between him and his mother, where you told me he acted so fine, why, Lord help me, any man, that is any good man, that had such a mother, would have done exactly the same.
Page 25 - ... fig-skins, melon-parings, rinds and shucks, Refuse and rubbish. One fine frosty day, My stomach being empty as your hat, The wind doubled me up and down I went. Old Aunt Lapaccia trussed me with one hand, (Its fellow was a stinger as I knew) And so along the wall, over the bridge, By the straight cut to the convent. Six words there, While I stood munching my first bread that month : 'So, boy, you're minded...
Page 246 - Far, far from here, The Adriatic breaks in a warm bay Among the green Illyrian hills ; and there The sunshine in the happy glens is fair, And by the sea, and in the brakes. The grass is cool, the sea-side air Buoyant and fresh, the mountain flowers More virginal and sweet than ours.