The Canadian Monthly and National Review, Volumen6Graeme Mercer Adam, George Stewart Adam, Stevenson & Company, 1874 |
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... speak in riddles , and , as one deeply interested in your happiness , I think I have a right to demand their explanation . " Forgive me , Louis , I know I inust have greatly tried your patience , but till lately , when the certainty was ...
... speak in riddles , and , as one deeply interested in your happiness , I think I have a right to demand their explanation . " Forgive me , Louis , I know I inust have greatly tried your patience , but till lately , when the certainty was ...
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... speaking face , and lent a diviner charm to every graceful movement ? And as this surmise for a brief moment crossed the thought of St. Ours , a jealous pang wrung his heart , but instantly it was dissipated , when - in answer to his ...
... speaking face , and lent a diviner charm to every graceful movement ? And as this surmise for a brief moment crossed the thought of St. Ours , a jealous pang wrung his heart , but instantly it was dissipated , when - in answer to his ...
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... speak it - that very night , before he slept , he would write her a full confession , and then , yes , if need be , go unregretfully to death . Clarice saw the sudden cloud upon his face , but she felt that she was beloved , and in the ...
... speak it - that very night , before he slept , he would write her a full confession , and then , yes , if need be , go unregretfully to death . Clarice saw the sudden cloud upon his face , but she felt that she was beloved , and in the ...
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... speak , a torrent of scorn and de- fiance flowed fiercely from them . Shaking his clenched hand with a menacing gesture : " I do not recognize the supremacy of William of England , " he said . " I know him only as the Prince of Orange ...
... speak , a torrent of scorn and de- fiance flowed fiercely from them . Shaking his clenched hand with a menacing gesture : " I do not recognize the supremacy of William of England , " he said . " I know him only as the Prince of Orange ...
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... speak , for Léon's tongue clove to the roof of his mouth ; in the shame and agony of that moment the very pulsations of his heart became painfully audible . A few mo- ments of silence intervened , in which , with desperate effort , he ...
... speak , for Léon's tongue clove to the roof of his mouth ; in the shame and agony of that moment the very pulsations of his heart became painfully audible . A few mo- ments of silence intervened , in which , with desperate effort , he ...
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Página 439 - Do not all charms fly At the mere touch of cold philosophy? There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air and gnomed mine — Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made The tender-person'd Lamia melt into a shade.
Página 83 - Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes, As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music...
Página 94 - Ye whose hearts are fresh and simple, Who have faith in God and Nature, Who believe that in all ages Every human heart is human, That in even savage bosoms There are longings, yearnings, strivings For the good they comprehend not, That the feeble hands and helpless, Groping blindly in the darkness, Touch God's right hand in that darkness And are lifted up and strengthened;— Listen to this simple story, To this Song of Hiawatha!
Página 194 - For we are unto God a sweet savour of Christ, in them that are saved, and in them that perish : to the one we are the savour of death unto death ; and to the other the savour of life unto life.
Página 544 - THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary.
Página 205 - Trees, a veil just half withdrawn ; This fall of water, that doth make A murmur near the silent Lake...
Página 81 - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the Fairy Queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be; In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours. I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Página 112 - But often, in the world's most crowded streets, But often, in the din of strife, There rises an unspeakable desire After the knowledge of our buried life ; A thirst to spend our fire and restless force In tracking out our true, original course ; A longing to inquire Into the mystery of this heart which beats So wild, so deep in us — to know Whence our lives come and where they go.
Página 206 - ... birds around me hopped and played, Their thoughts I cannot measure : — But the least motion which they made, It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there. If this belief from heaven be sent, If such be Nature's holy plan, Have I not reason to lament What man has made of man?
Página 80 - Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength...