Littell's Living Age, Volumen125Living Age Company, Incorporated, 1875 |
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... morning sends A rosy cloud , his mounted messenger ; And the glad earth in ecstacy attends , Sure now her love himself will come to her . O fairer than the field , than the whole earth , Would that thy lover's coming in thy sight Were ...
... morning sends A rosy cloud , his mounted messenger ; And the glad earth in ecstacy attends , Sure now her love himself will come to her . O fairer than the field , than the whole earth , Would that thy lover's coming in thy sight Were ...
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... morning , what was still more striking , a huge iceberg . It was sailing along about a mile ahead of us . Brilliantly white , with greenish rents here and there , and ending in two sharp peaks , this great mass of ice rolled heavily in ...
... morning , what was still more striking , a huge iceberg . It was sailing along about a mile ahead of us . Brilliantly white , with greenish rents here and there , and ending in two sharp peaks , this great mass of ice rolled heavily in ...
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... morning , towards the end of the dreary this robbery of humanity so long and November ; " one month out of three is hard that Alice , the only spectator of the gone already , and the chain of my misery conflict , began to recover from ...
... morning , towards the end of the dreary this robbery of humanity so long and November ; " one month out of three is hard that Alice , the only spectator of the gone already , and the chain of my misery conflict , began to recover from ...
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... morning ! Gylle in vain urged had no Irish accent in their Norse , and that he had not himself professed to be were themselves eager enough to bear so swift a runner as to keep up with the rule in their native country . By one of ...
... morning ! Gylle in vain urged had no Irish accent in their Norse , and that he had not himself professed to be were themselves eager enough to bear so swift a runner as to keep up with the rule in their native country . By one of ...
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... morning ? " Lady W. . . . " Let us take her by sur- said the great painter to the quivering , prise : you can enter by the glass door . " smiling , charming little painter in her The surprise was very short , for Angel- pretty quaint ...
... morning ? " Lady W. . . . " Let us take her by sur- said the great painter to the quivering , prise : you can enter by the glass door . " smiling , charming little painter in her The surprise was very short , for Angel- pretty quaint ...
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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...