Saint Pauls, Zväzok 10Virtue and Company, 1872 |
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Strana 12
... , these ruddy , lusty Englishmen marched stoutly , as men that needed only a half - hour's rest , a good breakfast , and a pot of beer apiece , to make them ready to face the world . Nor did their faces look 12 SEPTIMIUS .
... , these ruddy , lusty Englishmen marched stoutly , as men that needed only a half - hour's rest , a good breakfast , and a pot of beer apiece , to make them ready to face the world . Nor did their faces look 12 SEPTIMIUS .
Strana 13
to face the world . Nor did their faces look anywise rancorous ; but at most , only heavy , cloddish , good - natured , and humane . " Oh , heavens , Mr. Felton ! " whispered Rose , " why should we shoot these men , or they us ? they ...
to face the world . Nor did their faces look anywise rancorous ; but at most , only heavy , cloddish , good - natured , and humane . " Oh , heavens , Mr. Felton ! " whispered Rose , " why should we shoot these men , or they us ? they ...
Strana 20
... face . It was as if the youth were just at the gate of heaven , which , swinging softly open , let the inconceivable glory of the blessed city shine upon his face , and kindle it up with gentle , undisturbing astonishment and purest joy ...
... face . It was as if the youth were just at the gate of heaven , which , swinging softly open , let the inconceivable glory of the blessed city shine upon his face , and kindle it up with gentle , undisturbing astonishment and purest joy ...
Strana 32
... face . The only really smart thing ever said about that is Mr. William Black's remark that he looks as if he were going to cry . " But there is nothing particular in Mr. Disraeli's face in respect to unreadableness . The facial muscles ...
... face . The only really smart thing ever said about that is Mr. William Black's remark that he looks as if he were going to cry . " But there is nothing particular in Mr. Disraeli's face in respect to unreadableness . The facial muscles ...
Strana 50
... face a minute , he got up slowly and went to the candle with the paper Uncle Ted had given him . There was no mistaking it for the very same whose reported existence twelve years ago had filled his heart with misgiving and bitterness ...
... face a minute , he got up slowly and went to the candle with the paper Uncle Ted had given him . There was no mistaking it for the very same whose reported existence twelve years ago had filled his heart with misgiving and bitterness ...
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Strana 483 - Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me: "Pipe a song about a Lamb!' So I piped with merry cheer. 'Piper, pipe that song again;
Strana 484 - Piper, sit thee down and write In a book that all may read.' So he vanish'd from my sight; And I pluck'da hollow reed, And I made a rural pen, And I stain'd the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs Every child may joy to hear.
Strana 287 - Where the great Sun begins his state Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight ; While the ploughman, near at hand, ' Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Strana 370 - I listened for a word, — But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. He came not, — no, he came not, — The night came on alone, — The little stars sat one by one, Each on his golden throne ; The evening air passed by my cheek, The leaves above were stirred ; But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard.
Strana 297 - Let no man dream but that I love thee still Perchance, and so thou purify thy soul, And so thou lean on our fair father Christ, Hereafter in that world where all are pure We two may meet before high God, and thou Wilt spring to me, and claim me thine, and know I am thine husband— not a smaller soul, Nor Lancelot, nor another. Leave me that, I charge thee, my last hope. Now must I hence. Thro...
Strana 321 - The world is too much with us: late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
Strana 296 - To see thee, laying there thy golden head, My pride in happier summers, at my feet. The wrath which forced my thoughts on that fierce law, The doom of treason and the flaming death, (When first I learnt thee hidden here) is past. The pang — which while I...
Strana 138 - I do not write resentfully or angrily: for I know how all these things have worked together to make me what I am : but I never afterwards forgot, I never shall forget, I never can forget, that my mother was warm for my being sent back.
Strana 296 - Yet think not that I come to urge thy crimes, I did not come to curse thee, Guinevere, I, whose vast pity almost makes me die To see thee, laying there thy golden head, My pride in happier summers, at my feet.
Strana 295 - Accordingly, such a language, arising out of repeated experience and regular feelings, is a more permanent, and a far more philosophical language, than that which is frequently substituted for it by Poets, who think that they are conferring honour upon themselves and their art, in proportion as they separate themselves from the sympathies of men, and indulge in arbitrary and capricious habits of expression, in order to furnish food for fickle tastes, and fickle appetites, of their own creation...