Every Saturday: A Journal of Choice Reading, Том 1Ticknor and Fields., 1866 |
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... hope for a level in her not much short of her father's . Thus , for ex- ample , there is a courage in the following announce- ment of truth in a poem on " Hofer " that makes us look almost as high for her in the future , on this side of ...
... hope for a level in her not much short of her father's . Thus , for ex- ample , there is a courage in the following announce- ment of truth in a poem on " Hofer " that makes us look almost as high for her in the future , on this side of ...
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... hope ; the echo , the re- fraction , the resonance , the reduplications of joy ? Let spirit star the dome Of flesh , that flesh may miss no peak ! Do you mean to tell me that if Nerves sees the sun before he rises and after he sets , as ...
... hope ; the echo , the re- fraction , the resonance , the reduplications of joy ? Let spirit star the dome Of flesh , that flesh may miss no peak ! Do you mean to tell me that if Nerves sees the sun before he rises and after he sets , as ...
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... Hope sang on the sunny slope of life's hill as you ascended ; she is busily singing the old song in the ears of a new generation , but you have passed out of the reach of her voice . You have tried your strength : you have learned ...
... Hope sang on the sunny slope of life's hill as you ascended ; she is busily singing the old song in the ears of a new generation , but you have passed out of the reach of her voice . You have tried your strength : you have learned ...
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... hope . With a caressing word I drew her to me : she leant her forehead against my arm a moment , then --- " Harold wants to see you ; Harold wants to thank you , " she said , in a scarcely audible voice . Jan. 13 , 1806. ] I followed ...
... hope . With a caressing word I drew her to me : she leant her forehead against my arm a moment , then --- " Harold wants to see you ; Harold wants to thank you , " she said , in a scarcely audible voice . Jan. 13 , 1806. ] I followed ...
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... hope . " If only I had known of all this sooner ! " I thought , as I looked at the miserable room , and thought of my idle hundreds and thousands . It passed , however . He asked to be lifted up ; the recumbent position was painful to ...
... hope . " If only I had known of all this sooner ! " I thought , as I looked at the miserable room , and thought of my idle hundreds and thousands . It passed , however . He asked to be lifted up ; the recumbent position was painful to ...
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Страница 353 - And let those that play your clowns, speak no more than is set down for them : for there be of them, that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too ; though, in the mean time, some necessary question of the play be then to be considered: that's villainous; and . shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.
Страница 256 - Soon will the high Midsummer pomps come on, Soon will the musk carnations break and swell, Soon shall we have gold-dusted snapdragon, Sweet- William with his homely cottage-smell, And stocks in fragrant blow; Roses that down the alleys shine afar, And open, jasmine-muffled lattices, And groups under the dreaming garden-trees, And the full moon, and the white evening-star.
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