Saint Pauls, Zväzok 10Virtue and Company, 1872 |
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Strana 3
... women slighter still ; so that we are dwindling away , grandfather thinks , only a little sprightlier , he says sometimes , looking at me . " " Lighter , to be sure , " said Robert Hagburn ; " there is the light- ness of the English women ...
... women slighter still ; so that we are dwindling away , grandfather thinks , only a little sprightlier , he says sometimes , looking at me . " " Lighter , to be sure , " said Robert Hagburn ; " there is the light- ness of the English women ...
Strana 4
... women- folk ; to play , work , fight , and be active in many ways . " " Yes ; but so soon stilled , before your ... woman . If we try to grope deeper , we labour for nought , and get less wise , while we try to be more so . If life ...
... women- folk ; to play , work , fight , and be active in many ways . " " Yes ; but so soon stilled , before your ... woman . If we try to grope deeper , we labour for nought , and get less wise , while we try to be more so . If life ...
Strana 8
... woman's voice spoke outside of Septimius , rambling away , and he paying little heed , till at last dinner was over , and Septimius drew back his chair , about to leave the table . " Nephew Septimius , " said the old woman , " you began ...
... woman's voice spoke outside of Septimius , rambling away , and he paying little heed , till at last dinner was over , and Septimius drew back his chair , about to leave the table . " Nephew Septimius , " said the old woman , " you began ...
Strana 11
... women out of their proprieties , break down barriers , and bring them into perilous proximity with the world . " Are you alone here ? Had you not better take shelter in the village ? " " And leave my poor , bedridden grandmother ...
... women out of their proprieties , break down barriers , and bring them into perilous proximity with the world . " Are you alone here ? Had you not better take shelter in the village ? " " And leave my poor , bedridden grandmother ...
Strana 36
... women get votes , we shall have at once a Despotic Democracy . The reader must be kind enough to take these as what they necessarily are - very rough indi- cations indeed of my meaning . And the drift of them is this . Although we are ...
... women get votes , we shall have at once a Despotic Democracy . The reader must be kind enough to take these as what they necessarily are - very rough indi- cations indeed of my meaning . And the drift of them is this . Although we are ...
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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...