Littell's Living Age, Volumen125Living Age Company, Incorporated, 1875 |
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... coming ! " " He is And the glad field her leaves and flowers bends , And hushes all her myriad insects ' humming . I send a sign of love ; the morning sends A rosy cloud , his mounted messenger ; And the glad earth in ecstacy attends ...
... coming ! " " He is And the glad field her leaves and flowers bends , And hushes all her myriad insects ' humming . I send a sign of love ; the morning sends A rosy cloud , his mounted messenger ; And the glad earth in ecstacy attends ...
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... coming down - stairs for a couple of days at least . They saw that his best chance of escaping some long and perhaps fatal malady was to be found in rest and quietude , nursing , and kindly feeding . And the worst of it was that ...
... coming down - stairs for a couple of days at least . They saw that his best chance of escaping some long and perhaps fatal malady was to be found in rest and quietude , nursing , and kindly feeding . And the worst of it was that ...
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... coming was Antonio with him was he not rejoiced at his child's good fortune ? Happy as she was she missed him sadly at times , and longed for his paternal sympathy and advice and help . She had visited many painters , she told him , Mr ...
... coming was Antonio with him was he not rejoiced at his child's good fortune ? Happy as she was she missed him sadly at times , and longed for his paternal sympathy and advice and help . She had visited many painters , she told him , Mr ...
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... coming . A little surd , so proud , so sensitive as this shabby little painter ? sands . later on and Angelica became a little dis- traite , and it was the Kauffmann , and Not Mr. Reynolds in all his glory , not not Mr. Reynolds , who ...
... coming . A little surd , so proud , so sensitive as this shabby little painter ? sands . later on and Angelica became a little dis- traite , and it was the Kauffmann , and Not Mr. Reynolds in all his glory , not not Mr. Reynolds , who ...
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... coming makes to this house and to had come , yielding to the impulse of the its master , who also comes to life in your moment , and , for once in his tranquil presence I think . Can you not under- life , carried away by the influence ...
... coming makes to this house and to had come , yielding to the impulse of the its master , who also comes to life in your moment , and , for once in his tranquil presence I think . Can you not under- life , carried away by the influence ...
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Página 318 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine: But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Página 318 - ... an inward prompting which now grew daily upon me, that by labor and intent study, which I take to be my portion in this life, joined with the strong propensity of nature, I might perhaps leave something so written to after times, as they should not willingly let it die.
Página 189 - Other Worlds than Ours ; The Plurality of Worlds Studied under the Light of Recent Scientific Researches.
Página 127 - Ilias, the other in his Odysseis : then Virgil, whose like intention was to doe in the person of...
Página 282 - tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The 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.
Página 263 - Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep if Atticus were he?
Página 319 - It is more probable therefore, that not the endless delight of speculation, but this very consideration of that, great commandment does not press forward, as soon as many do, to undergo, but keeps off with a sacred reverence and religious advisement how best to undergo; not taking thought of being late, so it give advantage to be more fit...
Página 192 - For thus saith the Lord that created the heavens; God himself that formed the earth and made it; he hath established it, he created it not in vain, he formed it to be inhabited: I am the Lord; and there is none else.
Página 319 - Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth That I to manhood am arrived so near; And inward ripeness doth much less appear, That some more timely-happy spirits endu'th.
Página 556 - The glaciers creep Like snakes that watch their prey, from their far fountains, Slow rolling on; there, many a precipice, Frost and the Sun in scorn of mortal power Have piled: dome, pyramid, and pinnacle, A city of death, distinct with many a tower And wall impregnable of beaming ice. Yet not a city, but a flood of ruin Is there, that from the boundaries of the sky Rolls its perpetual stream...