The Living Age, Band 196E. Littell & Company, 1893 |
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... morning light Ever breaks on a great hereafter ; Or if death is the end of life , And a dreamless annihilation Be the finish of earthly strife . Academy . FLORENCE PEACOCK . Love of you now conquers grief , Love of you makes life a gain ...
... morning light Ever breaks on a great hereafter ; Or if death is the end of life , And a dreamless annihilation Be the finish of earthly strife . Academy . FLORENCE PEACOCK . Love of you now conquers grief , Love of you makes life a gain ...
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... morning the third time , you see . " This , and with the white bedclothes about it , he passes through the doorway and looks down , speechless , amazed , upon the pale face and golden hair of Lily Tarle- ton . silence in Swiftwater ...
... morning the third time , you see . " This , and with the white bedclothes about it , he passes through the doorway and looks down , speechless , amazed , upon the pale face and golden hair of Lily Tarle- ton . silence in Swiftwater ...
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... morning , when she went The first and fairest of the mistresses home . Hardly was she in bed , when of Louis XIV . was a very different Monsieur de Guise entered her cham- woman . " Mademoiselle de la Val - ber , followed by an ...
... morning , when she went The first and fairest of the mistresses home . Hardly was she in bed , when of Louis XIV . was a very different Monsieur de Guise entered her cham- woman . " Mademoiselle de la Val - ber , followed by an ...
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... morning calls , visitation of the sick - everything , in short , that bores a man is cast upon his wife ; no wonder if her thoughts attach them- selves to matters of toilet , which we despise as being beneath our dignity . And thereby ...
... morning calls , visitation of the sick - everything , in short , that bores a man is cast upon his wife ; no wonder if her thoughts attach them- selves to matters of toilet , which we despise as being beneath our dignity . And thereby ...
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... morning the phoongyees are to be seen going their rounds with their collecting - bowls slung round their necks . They never ask for anything , but when they halt in front of a house the good people hurry out and pour food into their ...
... morning the phoongyees are to be seen going their rounds with their collecting - bowls slung round their necks . They never ask for anything , but when they halt in front of a house the good people hurry out and pour food into their ...
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Seite 255 - SAY NOT THE STRUGGLE NOUGHT AVAILETH. Say not, the struggle nought availeth, The labour and the wounds are vain, The enemy faints not, nor faileth, And as things have been they remain. If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars; It may be, in yon smoke concealed, Your comrades chase e'en now the fliers, And, but for you, possess the field. For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main, And...
Seite 417 - On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more.
Seite 256 - 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. No, at noonday in the bustle of man's work-time Greet the unseen with a cheer! Bid him forward, breast and back as either should be, "Strive and thrive!" cry "Speed, — fight on, fare ever There as here!
Seite 255 - My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone ; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone...
Seite 254 - Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crossed the bar.
Seite 651 - I dare say he attributes all to God, and would rather perish than assume to himself, which is an honest and a thriving way ; and yet as much for bravery may be given to him in this action as...
Seite 520 - Ran purple to the sea, supposed with blood Of Thammuz yearly wounded : the love-tale Infected Sion's daughters with like heat, Whose wanton passions in the sacred porch Ezekiel saw, when, by the vision led, His eye surveyed the dark idolatries Of alienated Judah.
Seite 418 - A cry that shiver'd to the tingling stars, And, as it were one voice, an agony Of lamentation, like a wind, that shrills All night in a waste land, where no one comes, Or hath come, since the making of the world. Then murmur'd Arthur, " Place me in the barge,
Seite 561 - O me! for why is all around us here As if some lesser god had made the world, But had not force to shape it as he would. Till the High God behold it from beyond, And enter it, and make it beautiful?
Seite 281 - THERE is a hill beside the silver Thames, Shady with birch and beech and odorous pine : And brilliant underfoot with thousand gems Steeply the thickets to his floods decline. Straight trees in every place Their thick tops interlace, ' And pendant branches trail their foliage fine Upon his watery face.