Littell's Living Age, Band 177Living Age Company, Incorporated, 1888 |
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... eyes , Yet never question my hidden life ; Can touch my lips in the same old place Yet never look for the soul in my face . Oh , the tears are bitter that fill my eyes To know that they do not know it ! CURTIS MAY . Athenæum . much of ...
... eyes , Yet never question my hidden life ; Can touch my lips in the same old place Yet never look for the soul in my face . Oh , the tears are bitter that fill my eyes To know that they do not know it ! CURTIS MAY . Athenæum . much of ...
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... eyes , Yet never question my hidden life ; Can touch my lips in the same old place Yet never look for the soul in my face . Oh , the tears are bitter that fill my eyes To know that they do not know it ! Athenæum . CURTIS MAY . a speech ...
... eyes , Yet never question my hidden life ; Can touch my lips in the same old place Yet never look for the soul in my face . Oh , the tears are bitter that fill my eyes To know that they do not know it ! Athenæum . CURTIS MAY . a speech ...
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... eyes . She offered to tell my fortune if I would cross her hand with silver ; and struck by her beauty and sweet voice , I time for me to return to college , the oc- currence had nearly passed out of my mind . A few days after the ...
... eyes . She offered to tell my fortune if I would cross her hand with silver ; and struck by her beauty and sweet voice , I time for me to return to college , the oc- currence had nearly passed out of my mind . A few days after the ...
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... eyes , and before me in the strong light of the full moon lay unfolded a fair oasis in a vast desert , a tinkling stream rippling through an Eastern village nestling in rose - gardens backed by low hills , above which in the far ...
... eyes , and before me in the strong light of the full moon lay unfolded a fair oasis in a vast desert , a tinkling stream rippling through an Eastern village nestling in rose - gardens backed by low hills , above which in the far ...
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... eyes , her hair . By degrees the semblance without delay , otherwise I should be too of life came to her ; in her dark eyes a late to help him in giving Inglott his look of tenderness appeared , which deep - revenge . All this the being ...
... eyes , her hair . By degrees the semblance without delay , otherwise I should be too of life came to her ; in her dark eyes a late to help him in giving Inglott his look of tenderness appeared , which deep - revenge . All this the being ...
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Seite 224 - ... there's a divinity that shapes our ends, rough hew them how we will.
Seite 516 - Who, though so noble, share in the world's toil, And, though so task'd, keep free from dust and soil ! I will not say that your mild deeps retain A tinge, it may be, of their silent pain Who have long'd deeply once, and long'd in vain — But I will rather say that you remain A world above man's head, to let him see How boundless might his soul's horizons be, How vast, yet of what clear transparency ! How it were good to abide there, and breathe free ; How fair a lot to fill Is left to each man still...
Seite 515 - But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world.
Seite 411 - Adorable dreamer, whose heart has been so romantic ! who hast given thyself so prodigally, given thyself to sides and to heroes not mine, only never to the Philistines! home of lost causes, and forsaken beliefs, and unpopular' names, and impossible loyalties...
Seite 105 - Perhaps the strongest feature in his character was prudence, never acting until every circumstance, every consideration, was maturely weighed; refraining if he saw a doubt, but, when once decided, going through with his purpose, whatever obstacles opposed. His integrity was most pure, his justice the most inflexible I have ever known, no motives of interest or consanguinity, of friendship or hatred, being able to bias his decision. He was, indeed, in every sense of the words, a wise, a good, and...
Seite 513 - But if there be no resurrection of the dead, then is Christ not risen. And if Christ be not risen, then is our preaching vain, and your faith is also vain.
Seite 105 - His mind was great and powerful, without being of the very * first order; his penetration strong, though not so acute as that of a Newton, Bacon, or Locke, and as far as he saw, no judgment was ever sounder. It was slow in operation, being little aided by invention or imagination, but sure in conclusion.
Seite 272 - ... the power of conduct, the power of intellect and knowledge, the power of beauty, and the power of social life and manners...
Seite 4 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long : And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad ; The nights are wholesome ; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Seite 4 - But, look, the morn in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill.