Temple Bar, 108. köideGeorge Augustus Sala, Edmund Yates Ward and Lock, 1896 |
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... answer , continued somewhat reproachfully : " My cold is rather worse this evening , and I can't think what you did with that medicine . I couldn't find it any- where . " " I put it on the table in your study . " 66 No , dear . I think ...
... answer , continued somewhat reproachfully : " My cold is rather worse this evening , and I can't think what you did with that medicine . I couldn't find it any- where . " " I put it on the table in your study . " 66 No , dear . I think ...
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... answer , but only smiled . Nature had supplied him with a rather Mephis- tophelean cast of features , and he had aided her design by the cultivation of a small pointed beard . At this moment Tom could fancy that he was some incarnation ...
... answer , but only smiled . Nature had supplied him with a rather Mephis- tophelean cast of features , and he had aided her design by the cultivation of a small pointed beard . At this moment Tom could fancy that he was some incarnation ...
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... answer , and Manvers went on with slow precision , giving each word its full value . " Of course it is chiefly due to the capital letters . Whether the criticism is favourable or not matters nothing as long as it is emphatic . In this ...
... answer , and Manvers went on with slow precision , giving each word its full value . " Of course it is chiefly due to the capital letters . Whether the criticism is favourable or not matters nothing as long as it is emphatic . In this ...
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... answered the question which her voice had translated but her eyes had asked . " Well , I hardly know , " he said . " When are you thinking of going home ? " In that moment , when the thunder was crackling overhead c 2 LIMITATIONS . 19.
... answered the question which her voice had translated but her eyes had asked . " Well , I hardly know , " he said . " When are you thinking of going home ? " In that moment , when the thunder was crackling overhead c 2 LIMITATIONS . 19.
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... answer as wives . In the natural course of things you will get over that . Try to do so as quickly as possible . Look at Miss Wrexham instead of the Parthenon . You can't marry the Parthenon . That flash of lightning occurring when it ...
... answer as wives . In the natural course of things you will get over that . Try to do so as quickly as possible . Look at Miss Wrexham instead of the Parthenon . You can't marry the Parthenon . That flash of lightning occurring when it ...
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Page 396 - And all their echoes mourn. The willows and the hazel copses green Shall now no more be seen Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays. As killing as the canker to the rose...
Page 392 - Midst others of less note, came one frail Form, A phantom among men; companionless As the last cloud of an expiring storm Whose thunder is its knell; he, as I guess, Had gazed on Nature's naked loveliness, Actaeon-like, and now he fled astray With feeble steps o'er the world's wilderness, And his own thoughts, along that rugged way, Pursued, like raging hounds, their father and their prey.
Page 394 - Too rare, too rare, grow now my visits here! 'Mid city-noise, not, as with thee of yore, Thyrsis! in reach of sheep-bells is my home. — Then through the great town's harsh, heart-wearying roar, Let in thy voice a whisper often come, To chase fatigue and fear: Why faintest thou? I wandered till I died. Roam on! The light we sought is shining still. Dost thou ask -proof? Our tree yet crowns the hill, Our Scholar travels yet the loved hillside.
Page 200 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Page 391 - Pass, till the Spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to a slope of green access, Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread.
Page 200 - The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night It came again, with a great wakening light, And showed the names whom love of God had blest, And, lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest.
Page 536 - Paulo Purganti and his Wife." JOHNSON. " Sir, there is nothing there, but that his wife wanted to be kissed, when poor Paulo was out of pocket. No, Sir, Prior is a lady's book. No lady is ashamed to have it standing in her library.
Page 200 - ... his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold : Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, " What writest thou ?" The vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Page 337 - Car nous voulons la Nuance encor, Pas la couleur, rien que la nuance! Oh! la nuance seule fiance Le rêve au rêve et la flûte au cor!
Page 35 - It fortifies my soul to know That, though I perish, Truth is so : That, howsoe'er I stray and range, Whate'er I do, Thou dost not change. I steadier step when I recall That, if I slip, Thou dost not falL 'PERCHE PENSA?