Rose-Belford's Canadian Monthly and National Review, Volume 8Rose-Belford Publishing Company, 1882 |
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Pagina 4
... doubt , who admire a loyalty that no injustice can quench ; but there are others again who see in loyalty carried to such a length only a servile lack of self - respect , and who would rather have in their veins the blood of ' some ...
... doubt , who admire a loyalty that no injustice can quench ; but there are others again who see in loyalty carried to such a length only a servile lack of self - respect , and who would rather have in their veins the blood of ' some ...
Pagina 9
... doubt that Canada has suffered much from the weakening of the idea of loyalty consequent upon the uncer- tainty existing as to its proper direc- tion or object . The effort to sit on two stools generally results in sitting on neither ...
... doubt that Canada has suffered much from the weakening of the idea of loyalty consequent upon the uncer- tainty existing as to its proper direc- tion or object . The effort to sit on two stools generally results in sitting on neither ...
Pagina 10
... doubt , annexation might be preferable . The opinion , however , seems a reasonable one , that , considering how different our political education has been from that of the people of the United States , and considering that , if our ...
... doubt , annexation might be preferable . The opinion , however , seems a reasonable one , that , considering how different our political education has been from that of the people of the United States , and considering that , if our ...
Pagina 21
... doubt of that in the world . He whistled once or twice , and soon came a rapid pattering of feet , and a moment later a splendid greyhound bounded out of the wood and came up and licked his mistress's hand . Harry could not help admir ...
... doubt of that in the world . He whistled once or twice , and soon came a rapid pattering of feet , and a moment later a splendid greyhound bounded out of the wood and came up and licked his mistress's hand . Harry could not help admir ...
Pagina 26
... doubt her words had raised in his mind satisfied . Could it be possible that she cared for him ? He said to himself that he was very foolish to think of it again , but he could not let the matter rest . He Harry knew that he would only ...
... doubt her words had raised in his mind satisfied . Could it be possible that she cared for him ? He said to himself that he was very foolish to think of it again , but he could not let the matter rest . He Harry knew that he would only ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 244 - I know they are as lively, and as vigorously productive, as those fabulous dragon's teeth; and being sown up and down, may chance to spring up armed men. And yet, on the other hand, unless wariness be used, as good almost kill a man as kill a good book: who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image; but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself, kills the image of God, as it were, in the eye.
Pagina 55 - No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp ; And crook the pregnant ' hinges of the knee, Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou hear ? Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice, And could of men distinguish her election, She hath sealed thee for herself.
Pagina 56 - My pulse as yours doth temperately keep time, And makes as healthful music. It is not madness That I have uttered : bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word ; which madness Would gambol from.
Pagina 489 - I remember the gleams and glooms that dart Across the school-boy's brain; The song and the silence in the heart, That in part are prophecies, and in part Are longings wild and vain. And the voice of that fitful song Sings on, and is never still: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Pagina 248 - Our two souls, therefore, which are one, Though I must go, endure not yet A breach, but an expansion, Like gold to airy thinness beat. If they be two, they are two so As stiff twin compasses are two ; Thy soul, the fixed foot, makes no show To move, but doth, if th
Pagina 491 - And with them the being beauteous Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep, Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine ; And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eves, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies.
Pagina 61 - ... my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a...
Pagina 59 - I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Pagina 218 - Ancient of days ! august Athena ! where, Where are thy men of might, thy grand in soul? Gone, — glimmering through the dream of things that were : First in the race that led to glory's goal, They won, and passed away, — is this the whole?
Pagina 61 - BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay...