Littell's Living Age, Volume 266Living Age Company, Incorporated, 1910 |
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Pagina 18
... beautiful picture . But presently glancing at her , he found her eyes fixed upon him with a look that went straight to his heart , dis- turbing anew his emotions , and send- ing a flight of arrowy questions through his mind , and a ...
... beautiful picture . But presently glancing at her , he found her eyes fixed upon him with a look that went straight to his heart , dis- turbing anew his emotions , and send- ing a flight of arrowy questions through his mind , and a ...
Pagina 19
... beautiful . Nor was he wrong . Her attitudes had ac quired a polished grace without losing the pictorial fawnlike movements . If there was art in the change she could conceal it ; for in beauty she had gen- ius , playing it lightly as a ...
... beautiful . Nor was he wrong . Her attitudes had ac quired a polished grace without losing the pictorial fawnlike movements . If there was art in the change she could conceal it ; for in beauty she had gen- ius , playing it lightly as a ...
Pagina 26
... beautiful house one of the most perfect of the smaller Elizabethan houses in existence - to turn it , after the courtly fashion of the day , into a capital E , in honor of the Queen's visit . And just before Shakespeare's flight to ...
... beautiful house one of the most perfect of the smaller Elizabethan houses in existence - to turn it , after the courtly fashion of the day , into a capital E , in honor of the Queen's visit . And just before Shakespeare's flight to ...
Pagina 43
... beautiful to look on , with a voice in speech or song that echoed in your heart through dull days of dusty work , whose feet were so eloquent in the dance that it were no hyperbole to say with Sir John , " no sun upon an Easter Day was ...
... beautiful to look on , with a voice in speech or song that echoed in your heart through dull days of dusty work , whose feet were so eloquent in the dance that it were no hyperbole to say with Sir John , " no sun upon an Easter Day was ...
Pagina 44
... beautiful May morning , and he had arrived about eleven , to the delight of Bloomsbury , with two high - stepping chestnuts drawing a bright yellow mail phaeton . And when Circe came to the door clad in a saffron gown with the daintiest ...
... beautiful May morning , and he had arrived about eleven , to the delight of Bloomsbury , with two high - stepping chestnuts drawing a bright yellow mail phaeton . And when Circe came to the door clad in a saffron gown with the daintiest ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 115 - So nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is God to man, When Duty whispers low, Thou must, The youth replies, I can.
Pagina 56 - And bade me creep past. No ! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness and cold. For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, And the elements...
Pagina 361 - Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night : It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden ; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be, Ere one can say — It lightens.
Pagina 362 - My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
Pagina 21 - I am as sorry as if the original fault had been my fault, because myself have seen his demeanour no less civil than he excellent in the quality he professes: besides, divers of worship have reported his uprightness of dealing which argues his honesty, and his facetious grace in writing, that approves his art.
Pagina 712 - Advocate MacKenyie, who, for his worldly wit and wisdom had been to the rest as a god. And there was Claverhouse, as beautiful as when he lived, with his long, dark, curled locks streaming down over his laced buffcoat, and his left hand always on his right spuleblade, to hide the wound that the silver bullet had made.
Pagina 371 - I hear of poets' fury* tell, But (God wot) wot not what they mean by it: And this I swear by blackest brook of hell, I am no pick-purse of another's wit. How falls it then, that with so smooth an ease My thoughts I speak, and what I speak doth flow In verse, and that my verse best wits doth please? Guess we the cause: "What, is it thus?
Pagina 712 - And mony, mony mair were coming and ganging, a' as busy in their vocation as if they had been alive. Sir Robert Redgauntlet, in the midst of a' this fearful riot, cried, wi' a voice like thunder, on Steenie Piper to come to the board-head where he was sitting, his legs stretched out before him, and swathed up with flannel, with his holster pistols aside him, while the great broadsword rested against...
Pagina 712 - There was the fierce Middleton, and the dissolute Rothes, and the crafty Lauderdale; and Dalyell, with his bald head and a beard to his girdle; and Earlshall, with Cameron's blude on his hand; and wild Bonshaw, that tied blessed Mr. Cargill's limbs till the blude sprung; and Dumbarton Douglas, the twiceturned traitor baith to country and king.
Pagina 706 - I am wishing ill to little Harry, or to the babe that's yet to be born — God forbid, and make them kind to the poor, and better folk than their father ! — And now, ride e'en your ways ; for these are the last words ye'll ever hear Meg Merrilies speak, and this is the last reise that I'll ever cut in the bonny woods of Ellangowan.