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... present results of that day . " Agreed , " responded M. Ragotin , " and we will pledge the health of the husband who takes his wife out for a solitary day's pleasure a year after marriage . " " And who will do so ten years after ...
... present results of that day . " Agreed , " responded M. Ragotin , " and we will pledge the health of the husband who takes his wife out for a solitary day's pleasure a year after marriage . " " And who will do so ten years after ...
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... present , who were singing “ Ti rivedro mi rivedrai . " The dilettanti were all in raptures , and declared that ... present age , and with my present success ? or , would you have me wait until I am old and full of spleen ? The last ...
... present , who were singing “ Ti rivedro mi rivedrai . " The dilettanti were all in raptures , and declared that ... present age , and with my present success ? or , would you have me wait until I am old and full of spleen ? The last ...
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... present to meet the great Italian master . On his name being announced , the band struck up the Overture to Guillaume Tell . On his entrée , His Majesty received him in the most gracious manner , and continued for a length of time in ...
... present to meet the great Italian master . On his name being announced , the band struck up the Overture to Guillaume Tell . On his entrée , His Majesty received him in the most gracious manner , and continued for a length of time in ...
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... present case . The Spaniards , from whom I dare say we have the proverb , express it prettily and pithily : - : - " Cantarillo que muchas vezas va a la fuente , O dexa la asa , o la frente . ' " The little pitcher that goes often to the ...
... present case . The Spaniards , from whom I dare say we have the proverb , express it prettily and pithily : - : - " Cantarillo que muchas vezas va a la fuente , O dexa la asa , o la frente . ' " The little pitcher that goes often to the ...
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... present of myrtle , inter- woven with cypress and poppies ; and whatever feelings may sway us , we shall find their prototypes among the flowers ; for this is but another mode of translating the universal language of nature , and will ...
... present of myrtle , inter- woven with cypress and poppies ; and whatever feelings may sway us , we shall find their prototypes among the flowers ; for this is but another mode of translating the universal language of nature , and will ...
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Página 323 - And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day, Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Página 323 - Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay. That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters. Not from the bards sublime. Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time.
Página 342 - Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, From garret to basement, She stood with amazement, Houseless by night. The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver, But not the dark arch, Or the black flowing river ; Mad from life's history, Glad to death's mystery Swift to be hurled — Anywhere, anywhere Out of the world ! In she plunged boldly, No matter how coldly The rough river ran.
Página 37 - Here's flowers for you: Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram ; The marigold, that goes to bed with the sun, And with him rises, weeping; these are flowers Of middle summer, and I think they are given To men of middle age.
Página 128 - For want of a nail, the shoe was lost, For want of a shoe, the horse was lost, For want of a horse, the rider was lost, For want of a rider, the battle was lost.
Página 83 - Lines Written in Early Spring I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes.
Página 342 - Through muddy impurity, As when with the daring Last look of despairing Fixed on futurity. Perishing gloomily, Spurred by contumely, Cold inhumanity, Burning insanity, Into her rest, — Cross her hands humbly, As if praying dumbly, Over her breast! Owning her weakness, Her evil behaviour, And leaving, with meekness, Her sins to her Saviour!
Página 36 - And they answered the angel of the Lord that stood among the myrtle trees, and said, 'We have walked to and fro through the earth, and, behold, all the earth sitteth still, and is at rest.
Página 108 - Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Página 225 - The silent majesty of these deep woods, Its presence shall uplift thy thoughts from earth, As to the sunshine and the pure, bright air Their tops the green trees lift. Hence gifted bards Have ever loved the calm and quiet shades. For them there was an eloquent voice in all The sylvan pomp of woods, the golden sun, The flowers, the leaves, the river on its way, Blue skies, and silver clouds, and gentle winds...