Temple Bar, 108. köideGeorge Augustus Sala, Edmund Yates Ward and Lock, 1896 |
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... pictures that would amuse them , to let them spend a happy hour in a warm , bright room , with playthings and wooden bricks to build with . And for herself , what ? She neither wanted nor contemplated any change . The work that lay ...
... pictures that would amuse them , to let them spend a happy hour in a warm , bright room , with playthings and wooden bricks to build with . And for herself , what ? She neither wanted nor contemplated any change . The work that lay ...
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... pictures which were like Raffaelle's . They go the wrong way about it . " Maud was painting intently , and did not answer for a moment . “ Yes , I think you are right , " she said . " It's no use copying merely . A mere copy is only a ...
... pictures which were like Raffaelle's . They go the wrong way about it . " Maud was painting intently , and did not answer for a moment . “ Yes , I think you are right , " she said . " It's no use copying merely . A mere copy is only a ...
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... picture for a moment . " I believe you know what the spirit of all this is , at least your picture , which is admirable , looks as if you did , and yet you like Manvers ' statuettes . I think you are unnatural . " " Do you remember a ...
... picture for a moment . " I believe you know what the spirit of all this is , at least your picture , which is admirable , looks as if you did , and yet you like Manvers ' statuettes . I think you are unnatural . " " Do you remember a ...
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... picture she had just got . It was a charming landscape by Gialliná . But after a moment I looked up and caught her eye . There was a prayer in it . It is wicked that a woman with prayer in her eye should possess such a picture . So I ...
... picture she had just got . It was a charming landscape by Gialliná . But after a moment I looked up and caught her eye . There was a prayer in it . It is wicked that a woman with prayer in her eye should possess such a picture . So I ...
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... picture , the scene rises vividly before us as we read . The heavy lurid skies , under which the sleepy cows - Rose , Provence and La Palie - move slowly homeward , the mountain peaks , the girlish , quaintly - clad figure , all stand ...
... picture , the scene rises vividly before us as we read . The heavy lurid skies , under which the sleepy cows - Rose , Provence and La Palie - move slowly homeward , the mountain peaks , the girlish , quaintly - clad figure , all stand ...
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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.
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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?