Littell's Living Age, Volumen125Living Age Company, Incorporated, 1875 |
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... girl ; " whatever we do is for your own good . You are not yet old enough to judge what things may profit , and what ... girls than you , " answered Lady Valeria , quietly for she loved to provoke her grandchild , partly because it was ...
... girl ; " whatever we do is for your own good . You are not yet old enough to judge what things may profit , and what ... girls than you , " answered Lady Valeria , quietly for she loved to provoke her grandchild , partly because it was ...
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... girls it was never known which , because all three denied it - stupidly let the sick cousin know that the master of the ... girl departed with a bow of light defiance , carrying away her father's small - clothes ( which had been left for ...
... girls it was never known which , because all three denied it - stupidly let the sick cousin know that the master of the ... girl departed with a bow of light defiance , carrying away her father's small - clothes ( which had been left for ...
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... girl , she had saved him from this at any rate . She had had the wit also to save his tongue , by slipping a glove between his teeth ; which scarcely a girl in a hun- dred who saw such a thing for the first time would have done . And ...
... girl , she had saved him from this at any rate . She had had the wit also to save his tongue , by slipping a glove between his teeth ; which scarcely a girl in a hun- dred who saw such a thing for the first time would have done . And ...
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... girl looked at her- of them as if seen in their real linea- self in the dim mirror , pushing back her ments by some marvellous opening lace . The glass reflected the pretty figure , ( through the art of Snorro ) across the the black ...
... girl looked at her- of them as if seen in their real linea- self in the dim mirror , pushing back her ments by some marvellous opening lace . The glass reflected the pretty figure , ( through the art of Snorro ) across the the black ...
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... girl , turning suddenly to Lady Di. She could not bear to say a harsh word . " It was from no kindness , " said Lady Di turning pale ; " you are quite right , people should forbear to speak unless they are in sympathy with those they ...
... girl , turning suddenly to Lady Di. She could not bear to say a harsh word . " It was from no kindness , " said Lady Di turning pale ; " you are quite right , people should forbear to speak unless they are in sympathy with those they ...
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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...