Littell's Living Age, Volumen195Living Age Company, Incorporated, 1892 |
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... door opened , and Vivienne de Roseambeau sauntered up the room looking like a priceless Dresden figure , all in white . She was slight , small , and perfectly formed , with airy , graceful " Mon Dieu ! burn it my child ! " " But I sent ...
... door opened , and Vivienne de Roseambeau sauntered up the room looking like a priceless Dresden figure , all in white . She was slight , small , and perfectly formed , with airy , graceful " Mon Dieu ! burn it my child ! " " But I sent ...
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... door , while one went up to the three people stand- ing by the card - table in the full light . Vivienne sprang forward , and he bowed low . With her head thrown back on her round , waxen throat , her dark eyes ablaze , her dimpled face ...
... door , while one went up to the three people stand- ing by the card - table in the full light . Vivienne sprang forward , and he bowed low . With her head thrown back on her round , waxen throat , her dark eyes ablaze , her dimpled face ...
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... door summoned René to the arms that were longing to hold him . Inside , love was working one of its daily miracles , and casting oil on the flickering flame of a life . Outside , all was dark . With a long , sobbing sigh the prodigal ...
... door summoned René to the arms that were longing to hold him . Inside , love was working one of its daily miracles , and casting oil on the flickering flame of a life . Outside , all was dark . With a long , sobbing sigh the prodigal ...
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... door open while I went up to the post - office for our letters . Leslie and Bickford came up to help us to eat the good things- at least the roast pork and pudding , for I had to de- self . I had made enough for four men with appetites ...
... door open while I went up to the post - office for our letters . Leslie and Bickford came up to help us to eat the good things- at least the roast pork and pudding , for I had to de- self . I had made enough for four men with appetites ...
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... door For him made sunshine all day long . And doubtless , though these two would fain Have left awhile the city's roar To loiter down a country lane , Or linger by some lonely shore ; Yet sometimes Fate was kind , as when They travelled ...
... door For him made sunshine all day long . And doubtless , though these two would fain Have left awhile the city's roar To loiter down a country lane , Or linger by some lonely shore ; Yet sometimes Fate was kind , as when They travelled ...
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Página 333 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains ; and of all that we behold From this green earth ; of all the mighty world Of eye, and ear, — both what they half create, And what perceive ; well pleased to recognize In nature and the language of the sense The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Of all my moral being.
Página 475 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn...
Página 333 - tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music ! on my life, There's more of wisdom in it. And hark ! how blithe the throstle sings ! He, too, is no mean preacher: Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your Teacher.
Página 473 - And while the lamp holds out to burn The vilest sinner may return.
Página 321 - Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge; it is- the impassioned expression which is in the countenance of all science.
Página 369 - Since Chaucer was alive and hale, No man hath walkt along our roads with step So active, so inquiring eye, or tongue So varied in discourse.
Página 477 - Look how the Lion of the sea lifts up his ancient crown, And underneath his deadly paw treads the gay lilies down. So stalked he when he turned to flight, on that famed Picard field, Bohemia's plume, and Genoa's bow, and Caesar's eagle shield.
Página 333 - Love had he found in huts where poor men lie; His daily teachers had been woods and rills, The silence that is in the starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills.
Página 524 - This kind of life - the cheerless gloom of a hermit, with the unceasing moil of a galley-slave - brought me to my sixteenth year; a little before which period I first committed the sin of rhyme. You know our country custom of coupling a man and woman together as partners in the labours of harvest.
Página 559 - Had you, with these the same, but brought a mind! Some women do so. Had the mouth there urged 'God and the glory! never care for gain. The present by the future, what is that? Live for fame, side by side with Agnolo! Rafael is waiting: up to God, all three!