The Living Age, Volume 194E. Littell & Company, 1892 |
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Pagina 14
... passed , this tired London high - school teacher had fallen fast asleep . Her arms rested list- lessly on each side of the chair , and her head was pressed against its cane back . There was a worried look on her thin face ; and indeed ...
... passed , this tired London high - school teacher had fallen fast asleep . Her arms rested list- lessly on each side of the chair , and her head was pressed against its cane back . There was a worried look on her thin face ; and indeed ...
Pagina 18
... passing my examination . " " Then you will fulfil my only remaining ambition , " he said , as he passed down the stairs . II . IT was generally understood amongst those who knew Elkin Annerley , that the only thing he really cared about ...
... passing my examination . " " Then you will fulfil my only remaining ambition , " he said , as he passed down the stairs . II . IT was generally understood amongst those who knew Elkin Annerley , that the only thing he really cared about ...
Pagina 20
... passing to and fro , and study all the life , which in this part remote from London , seemed to have something free and genial of its own . This alone was an endless source of amusement to Elkin Annerley . And then never an evening passed ...
... passing to and fro , and study all the life , which in this part remote from London , seemed to have something free and genial of its own . This alone was an endless source of amusement to Elkin Annerley . And then never an evening passed ...
Pagina 22
... passed by my window to - day , " he said , " and the horses were the finest I have ever seen , capable of an infinite quantity of work . " Or he would say , " I saw that young artist , and I had a talk with him . I like him , for he is ...
... passed by my window to - day , " he said , " and the horses were the finest I have ever seen , capable of an infinite quantity of work . " Or he would say , " I saw that young artist , and I had a talk with him . I like him , for he is ...
Pagina 26
... passed by her . " Ah ! " he said , in his cheery way , " and where is your companion to - day ? It does not seem natural for you to be alone here . " Then she looked up . " He is dead , " she said quietly ; " there- fore I walk alone ...
... passed by her . " Ah ! " he said , in his cheery way , " and where is your companion to - day ? It does not seem natural for you to be alone here . " Then she looked up . " He is dead , " she said quietly ; " there- fore I walk alone ...
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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...