Saint Pauls, Zväzok 10Virtue and Company, 1872 |
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Strana 1
... heart of the village of Concord , the county town . It was in the side of this hill that , according to tradition , the first settlers of the village had burrowed in caverns , which they had dug out for their shelter , like swallows and ...
... heart of the village of Concord , the county town . It was in the side of this hill that , according to tradition , the first settlers of the village had burrowed in caverns , which they had dug out for their shelter , like swallows and ...
Strana 14
... heart , common to people who , by some morbid action within themselves , are set ajar with the world , Septimius continued still to come round to that strange idea of undyingness which had recently taken possession of him . And yet he ...
... heart , common to people who , by some morbid action within themselves , are set ajar with the world , Septimius continued still to come round to that strange idea of undyingness which had recently taken possession of him . And yet he ...
Strana 27
... heart is full of hate for John , And that's the reason why I dote on thee . " Then , taking him , her lover , in her lap , And fixing him with one lack - lustre eye , " Hast thou been faithful ? " thickly asked the Queen ; " O boy ...
... heart is full of hate for John , And that's the reason why I dote on thee . " Then , taking him , her lover , in her lap , And fixing him with one lack - lustre eye , " Hast thou been faithful ? " thickly asked the Queen ; " O boy ...
Strana 53
... heart with more picturesqueness , and the slopes of the sierras of Colorado be more abundant in interesting forms of life ? Our answer is very simple . You know these scenes well , in fact or on paper ; but this scene you do not know ...
... heart with more picturesqueness , and the slopes of the sierras of Colorado be more abundant in interesting forms of life ? Our answer is very simple . You know these scenes well , in fact or on paper ; but this scene you do not know ...
Strana 54
... heart . The world is very beautiful even in a spot like this ; and superstition is very strange . Worn with hollow forms and thoughts , you seek something more - you seek living beating hearts , throbbing against your own in strange ...
... heart . The world is very beautiful even in a spot like this ; and superstition is very strange . Worn with hollow forms and thoughts , you seek something more - you seek living beating hearts , throbbing against your own in strange ...
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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...