Temple Bar, Volumen108George Augustus Sala, Edmund Yates Ward and Lock, 1896 |
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... kind . But he was not stupid . " " It is possible , even probable , that he had no talent , " exclaimed Wallingthorpe . " Genius and talent have nothing in common . You might as well expect to find a bird that had hands because it has ...
... kind . But he was not stupid . " " It is possible , even probable , that he had no talent , " exclaimed Wallingthorpe . " Genius and talent have nothing in common . You might as well expect to find a bird that had hands because it has ...
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... as a very doubtful privilege . He thought of our English marriageable maidenhood as a kind of incarnation of lawn tennis and district visiting , with a background of leaden domesticity , and when Maud began , somehow , to 12 LIMITATIONS .
... as a very doubtful privilege . He thought of our English marriageable maidenhood as a kind of incarnation of lawn tennis and district visiting , with a background of leaden domesticity , and when Maud began , somehow , to 12 LIMITATIONS .
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... kind Can see Thee as Thou art ? " If well - assured ' tis but profanely bold In thoughts abstracted'st forms to seem to see , It dare not dare the dread communion hold In ways unworthy Thee . " Oh not unowned , Thou shalt unnamed ...
... kind Can see Thee as Thou art ? " If well - assured ' tis but profanely bold In thoughts abstracted'st forms to seem to see , It dare not dare the dread communion hold In ways unworthy Thee . " Oh not unowned , Thou shalt unnamed ...
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... kind as to get out at once . You must have played my sister some rascally trick , or you would have not have been here . I shall never forgive her . Most women are fools , but she's the biggest I know ! " " Don't blame Madam Gould , sir ...
... kind as to get out at once . You must have played my sister some rascally trick , or you would have not have been here . I shall never forgive her . Most women are fools , but she's the biggest I know ! " " Don't blame Madam Gould , sir ...
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... kind of learned trifling which is now happily extinct . By the time the ' Scribleriad ' was published the author had for some time quitted Whitminster . About 1748 , the death of his uncle considerably increased his means , and he ...
... kind of learned trifling which is now happily extinct . By the time the ' Scribleriad ' was published the author had for some time quitted Whitminster . About 1748 , the death of his uncle considerably increased his means , and he ...
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Página 396 - And all their echoes mourn. The willows and the hazel copses green Shall now no more be seen Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays. As killing as the canker to the rose...
Página 392 - Midst others of less note, came one frail Form, A phantom among men; companionless As the last cloud of an expiring storm Whose thunder is its knell; he, as I guess, Had gazed on Nature's naked loveliness, Actaeon-like, and now he fled astray With feeble steps o'er the world's wilderness, And his own thoughts, along that rugged way, Pursued, like raging hounds, their father and their prey.
Página 394 - Too rare, too rare, grow now my visits here! 'Mid city-noise, not, as with thee of yore, Thyrsis! in reach of sheep-bells is my home. — Then through the great town's harsh, heart-wearying roar, Let in thy voice a whisper often come, To chase fatigue and fear: Why faintest thou? I wandered till I died. Roam on! The light we sought is shining still. Dost thou ask -proof? Our tree yet crowns the hill, Our Scholar travels yet the loved hillside.
Página 200 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Página 391 - Pass, till the Spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to a slope of green access, Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread.
Página 200 - The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night It came again, with a great wakening light, And showed the names whom love of God had blest, And, lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest.
Página 536 - Paulo Purganti and his Wife." JOHNSON. " Sir, there is nothing there, but that his wife wanted to be kissed, when poor Paulo was out of pocket. No, Sir, Prior is a lady's book. No lady is ashamed to have it standing in her library.
Página 200 - ... his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold : Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, " What writest thou ?" The vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Página 337 - Car nous voulons la Nuance encor, Pas la couleur, rien que la nuance! Oh! la nuance seule fiance Le rêve au rêve et la flûte au cor!
Página 35 - It fortifies my soul to know That, though I perish, Truth is so : That, howsoe'er I stray and range, Whate'er I do, Thou dost not change. I steadier step when I recall That, if I slip, Thou dost not falL 'PERCHE PENSA?