Temple Bar, Volumen108George Augustus Sala, Edmund Yates Ward and Lock, 1896 |
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... whole purpose of her life . She was her father's daughter , and he was a parish priest . What other call could there be for her which could be clearer than that ? She rose from her chair and walked once or twice up and down the room ...
... whole purpose of her life . She was her father's daughter , and he was a parish priest . What other call could there be for her which could be clearer than that ? She rose from her chair and walked once or twice up and down the room ...
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... whole soul , like Ruth's , was sick for home , ' and the little cafés with oleanders in tubs , and awnings . I say my soul , but I suspect it was what Miss Vanderbilt tells us . " 6 " Have I said anything wrong ? " asked Miss Vanderbilt ...
... whole soul , like Ruth's , was sick for home , ' and the little cafés with oleanders in tubs , and awnings . I say my soul , but I suspect it was what Miss Vanderbilt tells us . " 6 " Have I said anything wrong ? " asked Miss Vanderbilt ...
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... whole - heartedly to the Christian faith , and who had withdrawn his allegiance slowly and with pain . Strange ! and yet a proof of that human need of certainties which made even this man feel for a time that any decision was better ...
... whole - heartedly to the Christian faith , and who had withdrawn his allegiance slowly and with pain . Strange ! and yet a proof of that human need of certainties which made even this man feel for a time that any decision was better ...
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... whole of her experience of life . She doubted Lieutenant Bromley no more than she doubted herself , but everything had gone against them . She might see him for a few brief moments at Wolsing- ham , but after that they would meet no ...
... whole of her experience of life . She doubted Lieutenant Bromley no more than she doubted herself , but everything had gone against them . She might see him for a few brief moments at Wolsing- ham , but after that they would meet no ...
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... whole was in the hands of the public . What shall be said to - day of a quarto mock - heroic poem in six parts , which , besides being equipped with all the paraphernalia of argument and footnote , requires the additional assistance of ...
... whole was in the hands of the public . What shall be said to - day of a quarto mock - heroic poem in six parts , which , besides being equipped with all the paraphernalia of argument and footnote , requires the additional assistance of ...
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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?