Famous English Authors of the Nineteenth CenturyCrowell, 1890 - 451 strán (strany) |
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... lived . They were from a half- Burns rewarded the boy " His person , " says Scott , " was strong and robust ; his manners rustic , not clownish ; a sort of dignified plain- ness and simplicity which received part of its effect , per ...
... lived . They were from a half- Burns rewarded the boy " His person , " says Scott , " was strong and robust ; his manners rustic , not clownish ; a sort of dignified plain- ness and simplicity which received part of its effect , per ...
Strana 45
... lived ; if a gentleman , he would consider it as a mortal affront , and demand satisfaction as having received such . He did not very long survive the dreadful catastrophe , having met with a fatal injury by a fall from his horse , as ...
... lived ; if a gentleman , he would consider it as a mortal affront , and demand satisfaction as having received such . He did not very long survive the dreadful catastrophe , having met with a fatal injury by a fall from his horse , as ...
Strana 58
... lived on the farm , Scott came to see him , found him asleep , and spoke tenderly of the sufferer . " At the sound of his voice the dying tailor unclosed his eyes , and eagerly and wistfully sat up , clasping his hands with an ...
... lived on the farm , Scott came to see him , found him asleep , and spoke tenderly of the sufferer . " At the sound of his voice the dying tailor unclosed his eyes , and eagerly and wistfully sat up , clasping his hands with an ...
Strana 59
... lived to my years you will be disposed to agree with me in thanking God that nothing really worth hav- ing or caring about in this world is uncommon . " On February 15 , 1830 , Scott suffered his first attack of paralysis , falling at ...
... lived to my years you will be disposed to agree with me in thanking God that nothing really worth hav- ing or caring about in this world is uncommon . " On February 15 , 1830 , Scott suffered his first attack of paralysis , falling at ...
Strana 68
... lived comfortably ; but a difference commencing between him and his landlord as to terms , after three years ' tossing and whirling in the vortex of litigation , my father was just saved from the horrors of a jail by a consumption which ...
... lived comfortably ; but a difference commencing between him and his landlord as to terms , after three years ' tossing and whirling in the vortex of litigation , my father was just saved from the horrors of a jail by a consumption which ...
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Strana 413 - And after April, when May follows, And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows? Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge Leans to the field and scatters on the clover Blossoms and dewdrops — at the bent spray's edge- — That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, Lest you should think he never could recapture The first fine careless rapture!
Strana 431 - There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before; The evil is null, is naught, is silence implying sound; What was good, shall be good, with, for evil, so much good more; On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven, a perfect round.
Strana 282 - A hand that can be clasp'd no more — Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning to the door. He is not here; but far away The noise of life begins again, And ghastly through the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day.
Strana 289 - For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves On a bed of daffodil sky, To faint in the light of the sun she loves, To faint in his light, and to die.
Strana 389 - One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, Sleep to wake.
Strana 99 - Then gently scan your brother man, Still gentler sister woman ; Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving why they do it : And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it.
Strana 125 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Strana 184 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Strana 430 - FEAR death? — to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am nearing the place, The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe; Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form, Yet the strong man must go...
Strana 177 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...