Things in General, 2. köideW. Kent & Company, 1878 |
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... girls awaken , with the soft suddenness of a ripple on the Mediterra- nean , stirred by an unknown wind , to the ... girl . All her work was done with irreproachable , almost exasperating exactness . No marks were lost for unladylike ...
... girls awaken , with the soft suddenness of a ripple on the Mediterra- nean , stirred by an unknown wind , to the ... girl . All her work was done with irreproachable , almost exasperating exactness . No marks were lost for unladylike ...
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... girl of her own age who at all felt with her an old companion at Miss De Portment's , who had had more to do with Ada's waking up to thought than either she or Ada was quite conscious of . The friendship between the two was close , and ...
... girl of her own age who at all felt with her an old companion at Miss De Portment's , who had had more to do with Ada's waking up to thought than either she or Ada was quite conscious of . The friendship between the two was close , and ...
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... girls of seventeen should be . While they were asunder the writing of long , long letters of no ordinary school - girl type took up , not unprofitably , much of their time . Neither across their dream - world , nor across their thoughts ...
... girls of seventeen should be . While they were asunder the writing of long , long letters of no ordinary school - girl type took up , not unprofitably , much of their time . Neither across their dream - world , nor across their thoughts ...
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... girl's boudoir . But Ada was hardly an ordinary girl . She loved this room very dearly . It had been her father's study . His books were left just as they had been when he was alive . In the drawers of his secre- tary were stored up the ...
... girl's boudoir . But Ada was hardly an ordinary girl . She loved this room very dearly . It had been her father's study . His books were left just as they had been when he was alive . In the drawers of his secre- tary were stored up the ...
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... girl of seventeen , with golden hair streaming , as beautiful hair should , down her back- her dress , one long , flowing robe , falling widely from the wide hips . She has been reading . Even now the book is open in her rather large ...
... girl of seventeen , with golden hair streaming , as beautiful hair should , down her back- her dress , one long , flowing robe , falling widely from the wide hips . She has been reading . Even now the book is open in her rather large ...
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Page 21 - He is made one with nature; there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder to the song of night's sweet bird: He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own; Which wields the world with never-wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
Page 224 - ... accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Page 21 - Spirit of Nature ! here, In this interminable wilderness Of worlds at whose immensity Even soaring fancy staggers, Here is thy fitting temple. Yet not the lightest leaf That quivers to the passing breeze Is less instinct with thee : Yet not the meanest worm That lurks in graves and fattens on the dead Less shares thy eternal breath. Spirit of Nature ! thou Imperishable as this glorious scene ! Here is thy fitting temple ! II.
Page 224 - Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus ; but use all gently ; for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness.
Page 199 - STAY, stay at home, my heart, and rest ; Home-keeping hearts are happiest, For those that wander they know not where Are full of trouble and full of care ; To stay at home is best. •Weary and homesick and distressed, They wander east, they wander west, And are baffled and beaten and blown about By the winds of the wilderness of doubt ; To stay at home is best.
Page 21 - Of outward shows, whose unexperienced shape New modes of passion to its frame may lend ; Life is its state of action, and the store Of all events is aggregated there That variegate the eternal universe ; Death is a gate of dreariness and gloom, That leads to azure isles and beaming skies, And happy regions of eternal hope.
Page 260 - Would a ghost not rise at the strange guest's hand ? So long have the grey bare walks lain guestless, Through branches and briers if a man make way, He shall find no life but the sea-wind's, restless Night and day. The dense hard passage is blind and stifled That crawls by a track none turn to climb To the strait waste place that the years have rifled Of all but the thorns that are touched not of time.
Page 259 - IN a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland, At the sea-down's edge between windward and lee, Walled round with rocks as an inland island, The ghost of a garden fronts the sea. A girdle of brushwood and thorn encloses The steep square slope of the blossomless bed Where the weeds that grew green from the graves of its roses Now lie dead.
Page 29 - In so moche that in my dayes happened that certayn marchautes were in a shippe in tamyse for to haue sayled ouer the see into zelande / and for lacke of wynde, thei taryed atte forlond, and wente to lande for to refreshe them: And one of theym named sheffelde, a mercer, cam in to an hows and axed for mete : and specyally he axyd after eggys : And the goode wyf answerde, that she coude speke no frenshe.
Page 199 - Not in the clamor of the crowded street, Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, But in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.