Every Saturday: A Journal of Choice Reading, Band 1Ticknor and Fields., 1866 |
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... light blue . The clever lapidary can when ground down . correct this by cutting away all the black part , ex - found perfect , and when perfect , it ranks next in cepting a small spot reserved for the cutlet , or small fine flattened ...
... light blue . The clever lapidary can when ground down . correct this by cutting away all the black part , ex - found perfect , and when perfect , it ranks next in cepting a small spot reserved for the cutlet , or small fine flattened ...
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... light , just in the same manner as they do in mother- their incantations whilst they were at work . The o ' - pearl . Steel buttons used to be engraved with pearl was anciently considered a preservative of very minute lines to produce ...
... light , just in the same manner as they do in mother- their incantations whilst they were at work . The o ' - pearl . Steel buttons used to be engraved with pearl was anciently considered a preservative of very minute lines to produce ...
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... light of the winter morning entered and displayed the dreary torn hangings on the walls , and the bare floor pierced in every direction by the rats . Just as we entered , the slight concussion of our steps caused the final giving way of ...
... light of the winter morning entered and displayed the dreary torn hangings on the walls , and the bare floor pierced in every direction by the rats . Just as we entered , the slight concussion of our steps caused the final giving way of ...
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... light , and the nightingales singing in the warm air laden with perfume . Far below us the Arno is rushing , and the Marble Duomo gleams amid the lights of Florence , and the purple Apennines rise up among the stars , and overhead ...
... light , and the nightingales singing in the warm air laden with perfume . Far below us the Arno is rushing , and the Marble Duomo gleams amid the lights of Florence , and the purple Apennines rise up among the stars , and overhead ...
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... light , And dwells not in the light alone . " It had been well for many if they had remembered On Sunday , July 12 , 1840 , he was ordained by that growth is often attended by pain , but that the the Bishop of Winchester , and worked as ...
... light , And dwells not in the light alone . " It had been well for many if they had remembered On Sunday , July 12 , 1840 , he was ordained by that growth is often attended by pain , but that the the Bishop of Winchester , and worked as ...
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Seite 256 - Too rare, too rare, grow now my visits here, But once I knew each field, each flower, each stick; And with the country-folk acquaintance made By barn in threshing-time, by new-built rick. Here, too, our shepherd-pipes we first assay'd.
Seite 190 - And many more, whose names on Earth are dark, But whose transmitted effluence cannot die So long as fire outlives the parent spark, Rose, robed in dazzling immortality. ' Thou art become as one of us...
Seite 281 - Now it appears to me that almost any Man may like the spider spin from his own inwards his own airy Citadel — the points of leaves and twigs on which the spider begins her work are few, and she fills the air with a beautiful circuiting. Man should be content with as few points to tip with the fine Web of his Soul, and weave a tapestry empyrean full of symbols for his spiritual eye, of softness for his spiritual touch, of space for his wandering, of distinctness for his luxury.
Seite 257 - Who, if not I, for questing here hath power? I know the wood which hides the daffodil, I know the Fyfield tree, I know what white, what purple fritillaries The grassy harvest of the river-fields, Above by Ensham, down by Sandford, yields, And what sedged brooks are Thames's tributaries; I know these slopes; who knows them if not I?
Seite 33 - The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober coloring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
Seite 258 - Here cam'st thou in thy jocund youthful . time, Here was thine height of strength, thy golden prime ! And still the haunt beloved a virtue yields.
Seite 353 - And let those that play your clowns, speak no more than is set down for them : for there be of them, that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too ; though, in the mean time, some necessary question of the play be then to be considered: that's villainous; and . shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.
Seite 256 - Soon will the high Midsummer pomps come on, Soon will the musk carnations break and swell, Soon shall we have gold-dusted snapdragon, Sweet- William with his homely cottage-smell, And stocks in fragrant blow; Roses that down the alleys shine afar, And open, jasmine-muffled lattices, And groups under the dreaming garden-trees, And the full moon, and the white evening-star.
Seite 223 - England will never consent that France shall arrogate the power of annulling at her pleasure, and under the pretence of a pretended natural right, of which she makes herself the only judge, the political system of Europe, established by solemn treaties, and guaranteed by the consent of all the powers.
Seite 75 - O Beautiful! my Country! ours once more! Smoothing thy gold of war-dishevelled hair O'er such sweet brows as never other wore, And letting thy set lips, Freed from wrath's pale eclipse, The rosy edges of their smile lay bare, What words divine of lover or of poet Could tell our love and make thee know it, Among the Nations bright beyond compare? What were our lives without thee? What all our lives to save thee? We reck not what we gave thee; We will not dare to doubt thee, But ask whatever else,...