LucileChapman and Hall, 1860 - 361 páginas |
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... things in abundance make London so gay ; When street - strawberries are sold , piled in pottles like sheaves , And young ladies are sold for the strawberry - leaves ; When cards , invitations , and three - corner'd notes Fly about like ...
... things in abundance make London so gay ; When street - strawberries are sold , piled in pottles like sheaves , And young ladies are sold for the strawberry - leaves ; When cards , invitations , and three - corner'd notes Fly about like ...
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... thing abroad in the streets was the wind : And the straws on the gust , like the thoughts in his mind , Rose , and eddied around and around , as tho ' teasing Each other . The prospect , in truth , was unpleasing : And Lord Alfred ...
... thing abroad in the streets was the wind : And the straws on the gust , like the thoughts in his mind , Rose , and eddied around and around , as tho ' teasing Each other . The prospect , in truth , was unpleasing : And Lord Alfred ...
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... things ; Who hath watch'd the wine flow , by himself but half tasted , Heard the music , and yet miss'd the tune ; who hath wasted One part of life's grand possibilities ; -friend , That man will bear with him , be sure , to the end , A ...
... things ; Who hath watch'd the wine flow , by himself but half tasted , Heard the music , and yet miss'd the tune ; who hath wasted One part of life's grand possibilities ; -friend , That man will bear with him , be sure , to the end , A ...
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... Things should come to a crisis , and finish . ' Twas she By whom to that crisis the matter was brought . She released me . I linger'd . I linger'd , she thought , With too sullen an aspect . This gave me , of course , The occasion to ...
... Things should come to a crisis , and finish . ' Twas she By whom to that crisis the matter was brought . She released me . I linger'd . I linger'd , she thought , With too sullen an aspect . This gave me , of course , The occasion to ...
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... thing ! We each keep our letters . a portrait a ring ... ... ... With a pledge to return them whenever the one Or the other shall call for them back . COUSIN JOHN . Pray go on . LORD ALFRED . My story is finish'd . Of course 16 [ PART I ...
... thing ! We each keep our letters . a portrait a ring ... ... ... With a pledge to return them whenever the one Or the other shall call for them back . COUSIN JOHN . Pray go on . LORD ALFRED . My story is finish'd . Of course 16 [ PART I ...
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Alfred Vargrave answer'd appear'd aught beauty Bigorre bosom bow'd breast brow cheek cher Countess COUSIN JOHN dark dear deep door doubt dream droop'd Duc de Luvois Duke earth emotion enter'd Eugène de Luvois Euroclydon exclaim'd eyes face fail'd faint fair feel felt fix'd follow'd gaze genius hand hath head heard heart heaven hope lady life's light lips live lone look look'd LORD ALFRED Lucile de Nevers man's Matilda milord motley fool murmur'd Neath night nosegay o'er once pale Paradise Bird pass'd passion perchance reach'd regret replied return'd reveal'd rose round Saint Saviour seem'd sense Serchon sigh'd sight silence Sir Ridley smile Sœur Seraphine soft sorrow soul star strange strife sweet tears thee things thou thought thro truth turn'd Twas Twixt vex'd voice watch'd wife wild wind woman word yore young youth
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Página 45 - We may live without poetry, music, and art ; We may live without conscience, and live without heart ; We may live without friends ; we may live without books ; But civilized man cannot live without cooks. He may live without books, — what is knowledge but grieving ? He may live without hope, — what is hope but deceiving ? He may live without love, — what is passion but pining ? But where is the man that can live without dining ? XX.
Página 99 - Which the black cloud unbosom'd just now. Lo ! the lurching And shivering pine-trees, like phantoms, that seem To waver above, in the dark ; and yon stream, How it hurries and roars, on its way to the white And paralyzed lake there...
Página 98 - With dread voices of power. A roused million or more Of wild echoes reluctantly rise from their hoar Immemorial ambush, and roll in the wake Of the cloud, whose reflection leaves vivid the lake.
Página 296 - Round him, to rend Or resist, the dread Powers he displaces attend, By the cradle which Nature, amidst the stern shocks That have shattered creation, and shapen it, rocks. He leaps with a wail into being ; and lo : His own mother, fierce Nature herself, is his foe. Her whirlwinds are roused into wrath o'er his head : 'Neath his feet roll her earthquakes : her solitudes spread To daunt him : her forces dispute his command : Her snows fall to freeze him : her suns burn to brand : Her seas yawn to engulf...
Página 310 - Who is not of the living nor yet of the dead : ' To thee, and to others, alive yet' — she said — ' So long as there liveth the poor gift in me ' Of this ministration : to them, and to thee, ' Dead in all things beside. A French Nun, whose vocation ' Is now by this bedside. A nun hath no nation. ' Wherever man suffers, or woman may soothe, ' There her land ! there her kindred !' She bent down to smoothe The hot pillow, and added — ' Yet more than another ' Is thy life dear to me. For thy father,...
Página 258 - Sit down ! A fortnight ago a report about town Made me most apprehensive. Alas, and alas ! I at once wrote and warn'd you. Well, now let that pass. A run on the Bank about five days ago Confirm'd my forebodings too terribly, though. I drove down to the city at once : found the door Of the Bank close : the Bank had stopp'd payment at four.
Página 108 - ... And fall back on the lap of a false destiny. So it will be, so has been, since this world began ! And the happiest, noblest, and best part of man Is the part which he never hath fully...
Página 284 - Statics : life's stress Needs scope, not contraction ! what rests ? to wear out At some dark northern court an existence, no doubt, In wretched and paltry intrigues for a cause As hopeless as is my own life ! By the laws Of a fate I can neither control nor dispute, I am what I am ! " VIII. For a while she was mute. Then she answer'd, " We are our own fates. Our own deeds Are our doomsmen. Man's life was made not for men's creeds, But men's actions. And, Due de Luvois, I might say That all life attests,...
Página 62 - She crush' d not the nettle ; For she could not ; nor would she avoid it : she tried With the weak hand of woman to thrust it aside, And it stung her. A woman is too slight a thing To trample the world without feeling its sting.