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Pagina 7
... hundred bells of Toulouse , between the peals of which he per- ceived at intervals the deep , solemn sound of a more distant bell , and his thoughts were on the way to Fourquevaux . It was a Sunday morning . Our stripling , now more ...
... hundred bells of Toulouse , between the peals of which he per- ceived at intervals the deep , solemn sound of a more distant bell , and his thoughts were on the way to Fourquevaux . It was a Sunday morning . Our stripling , now more ...
Pagina 9
... hundred times to talk to me of painting ? Why then will you do it ? You well know that I would as soon have a dagger plunged into my heart . If I have missed the aim of my life , it's my own concern ; but I will not be forever tortured ...
... hundred times to talk to me of painting ? Why then will you do it ? You well know that I would as soon have a dagger plunged into my heart . If I have missed the aim of my life , it's my own concern ; but I will not be forever tortured ...
Pagina 19
... hundred years ago as if we had known them ourselves ; and yet we are sure that if by any miracle we could be thrown back among them for a day , their talk , their ideas , their very dress , would seem as strange to us as if they ...
... hundred years ago as if we had known them ourselves ; and yet we are sure that if by any miracle we could be thrown back among them for a day , their talk , their ideas , their very dress , would seem as strange to us as if they ...
Pagina 29
... hundred years ago . On the condition of the peasantry it is unne- cessary to dilate at much length . The inclosure of the wastes and commons did not begin on any large scale till the last quarter of the century . And we have only to ...
... hundred years ago . On the condition of the peasantry it is unne- cessary to dilate at much length . The inclosure of the wastes and commons did not begin on any large scale till the last quarter of the century . And we have only to ...
Pagina 30
... hundred years gone by . Now , for us to do this with ease and pleasure , we must meet them under some guise familiar to us , and not dull . This brings us to the question of meters . With our ears accustomed to such a great number of ...
... hundred years gone by . Now , for us to do this with ease and pleasure , we must meet them under some guise familiar to us , and not dull . This brings us to the question of meters . With our ears accustomed to such a great number of ...
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Pagina 116 - Alas ! poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy ; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.
Pagina 148 - twas a famous victory. 'My father lived at Blenheim then, Yon little stream hard by; They burnt his dwelling to the ground, And he was forced to fly: So with his wife and child he fled, Nor had he where to rest his head.
Pagina 485 - O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword; The expectancy and rose of the fair state, The glass of fashion and the mould of form, The observed of all observers, quite, quite down!
Pagina 339 - Yet must I not give Nature all : thy art My gentle Shakespeare, must enjoy a part. For though the poet's matter, Nature be, His art doth give the fashion. And, that he, Who casts to write a living line, must sweat, (Such as thine are) and strike the second heat Upon the...
Pagina 496 - A' made a finer end and went away an it had been any christom child; a' parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o' the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with flowers and smile upon his fingers...
Pagina 155 - Neither the perseverance of Holland, nor the activity of France, nor the dexterous and firm sagacity of English enterprise, ever carried this most perilous mode of hardy industry to the extent to which it has been pushed by this recent people ; a people who are still, as it were but in the gristle, and not yet hardened into the bone of manhood.
Pagina 265 - There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
Pagina 354 - He is a portion of the loveliness Which once he made more lovely: he doth bear His part, while the one Spirit's plastic stress...
Pagina 395 - I will) unto the weird. sisters : More shall they speak ; for now I am bent to know, By the worst means, the worst : for mine own good, All causes shall give way ; I am in blood Stepp'd in so far, that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er : Strange things I have in head, that will to hand ; Which must be acted, ere they may be scann'd.
Pagina 153 - The foe long since in silence slept; Alike the conqueror silent sleeps; And Time the ruined bridge has swept Down the dark stream which seaward creeps. On...