The Living Age, Volume 194E. Littell & Company, 1892 |
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Pagina 16
... gave careless lessons , for at times I felt almost too ill to teach well . I never thought that you had a genius for mathematics ; but all the same , I felt as though you had failed be- cause of me . And I wish you to pass , because ...
... gave careless lessons , for at times I felt almost too ill to teach well . I never thought that you had a genius for mathematics ; but all the same , I felt as though you had failed be- cause of me . And I wish you to pass , because ...
Pagina 22
... gave her a lesson , though at times he was scarcely strong enough for the effort . She sat patiently by his side , showing him all the deference she would have shown him if he were lecturing at the New College . If he were a little ...
... gave her a lesson , though at times he was scarcely strong enough for the effort . She sat patiently by his side , showing him all the deference she would have shown him if he were lecturing at the New College . If he were a little ...
Pagina 36
... gave his address at the gers were fully engaged upon duties at British Embassy , his military rank , and that moment of a more than usually oner- for all details for the arrangement of a ous character . A young Foreign Office hostile ...
... gave his address at the gers were fully engaged upon duties at British Embassy , his military rank , and that moment of a more than usually oner- for all details for the arrangement of a ous character . A young Foreign Office hostile ...
Pagina 76
... gave women an ideal to dream about , and now preach the vul- garity of all things . Love , he says , is no more to be found in books ; therefore it has vanished from life . In the sequel he discovers that not even the passion which has ...
... gave women an ideal to dream about , and now preach the vul- garity of all things . Love , he says , is no more to be found in books ; therefore it has vanished from life . In the sequel he discovers that not even the passion which has ...
Pagina 86
... gave a lumbering laugh . " I have done a hard morning's work . " " I am sure you must be very tired , " Florence said politely , wishing Aunt Anne would return . - The maid inside , laying the cloth in the whitewashed sitting - room ...
... gave a lumbering laugh . " I have done a hard morning's work . " " I am sure you must be very tired , " Florence said politely , wishing Aunt Anne would return . - The maid inside , laying the cloth in the whitewashed sitting - room ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 155 - But thou, that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation : Meek loveliness is round thee spread, A softness still and holy ; The grace of forest charms decayed, And pastoral melancholy.
Pagina 159 - ... the filial band, That knits me to thy rugged strand ! Still, as I view each well-known scene, Think what is now, and what hath been, Seems as, to me, of all bereft, Sole friends thy woods and streams were left ; And thus I love them better still, Even in extremity of ill. By Yarrow's stream still let me stray, Though none should guide my feeble way ; Still feel the breeze down Ettrick break, Although it chill my withered cheek ; Still lay my head by Teviot stone.
Pagina 229 - If therefore ye have not been faithful in the unrighteous mammon, who will commit to your trust the true riches ? And if ye have not been faithful in that which is another man's, who shall give you that which is your own...
Pagina 155 - O that some Minstrel's harp were near, To utter notes of gladness, And chase this silence from the air, That fills my heart with sadness...
Pagina 323 - Euphrates, and the Arabian fleet might have sailed without a naval combat into the mouth of the Thames. Perhaps the interpretation of the Koran would now be taught in the schools of Oxford, and her pulpits might demonstrate to a circumcised people the sanctity and truth of the revelation of Mahomet.
Pagina 156 - And if, as Yarrow, through the woods And down the meadow ranging, Did meet us with unaltered face, Though we were changed and changing; If, then, some natural shadows spread Our inward prospect over, The soul's deep valley was not slow Its brightness to recover.
Pagina 157 - A TROUBLE, not of clouds, or weeping rain, Nor of the setting sun's pathetic light Engendered, hangs o'er Eildon's triple height : Spirits of Power, assembled there, complain For kindred Power departing from their sight ; While Tweed, best pleased in chanting a blithe strain, Saddens his voice again, and yet again.
Pagina 184 - Choose well ; your choice is Brief, and yet endless. Here eyes do regard you, In Eternity's stillness; Here is all fulness, Ye brave, to reward you; Work, and despair not.
Pagina 157 - WHEN first, descending from the Moorlands, I saw the Stream of Yarrow glide Along a bare and open valley, The Ettrick Shepherd was my guide. When last along its banks I wandered, Through groves that had begun to shed Their golden leaves upon the pathways, My steps the Border-minstrel led. The Mighty Minstrel breathes no longer, Mid mouldering ruins low he lies ; And death upon the braes of Yarrow, Has closed the Shepherd-poet's eyes...
Pagina 157 - ... the setting sun's pathetic light Engendered, hangs o'er Eildon's triple height : Spirits of power, assembled there, complain For kindred power departing from their sight ; While Tweed, best pleased in chanting a blithe strain, Saddens his voice again, and yet again. Lift up your hearts, ye mourners ! for the might Of the whole world's good wishes with him goes ; Blessings and prayers in nobler retinue Than sceptred king or laurelled conqueror knows, Follow this wondrous potentate. Be true, Ye...