Littell's Living Age, Volume 117Living Age Company Incorporated, 1873 - American periodicals |
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... Stephen , the table- server . I think that there must be some confusion in their minds as to what it is that really constitutes spirituality , and that they fail to perceive that spirituality does not consist in the thing done , but in ...
... Stephen , the table- server . I think that there must be some confusion in their minds as to what it is that really constitutes spirituality , and that they fail to perceive that spirituality does not consist in the thing done , but in ...
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... ; that if the Cap'en had but one loaf of bread he would share it with them , and that if he had a fortune left him they would be all gainers . Sir Stephen smiled . 66 May I venture to ask 114 THE PRESCOTTS OF PAMPHILLON .
... ; that if the Cap'en had but one loaf of bread he would share it with them , and that if he had a fortune left him they would be all gainers . Sir Stephen smiled . 66 May I venture to ask 114 THE PRESCOTTS OF PAMPHILLON .
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... Stephen inhabitants , while they freely tendered Prescott would succeed , no one doubted . their respects to the rector , the doctor , Sir Bernard , it was felt , would never and the whole of the Mallett gentry ( with marry , on account ...
... Stephen inhabitants , while they freely tendered Prescott would succeed , no one doubted . their respects to the rector , the doctor , Sir Bernard , it was felt , would never and the whole of the Mallett gentry ( with marry , on account ...
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... Stephen wrote again , which most assuredly he would do before he came . to find him already dead , and Stephen his | from Sir Stephen himself , saying that she but successor to what ? To was to get a couple of rooms in order , as , a ...
... Stephen wrote again , which most assuredly he would do before he came . to find him already dead , and Stephen his | from Sir Stephen himself , saying that she but successor to what ? To was to get a couple of rooms in order , as , a ...
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... Stephen Prescott . " I had no idea that there was any path outside the cliff , " he said , trying to divert her from ... Stephen Prescott has never objected to it ; " and then with a blush and half - smile she asked shyly , “ Are you Sir ...
... Stephen Prescott . " I had no idea that there was any path outside the cliff , " he said , trying to divert her from ... Stephen Prescott has never objected to it ; " and then with a blush and half - smile she asked shyly , “ Are you Sir ...
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Page 199 - tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door ; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve : ask for me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o...
Page 199 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery...
Page 427 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Page 201 - If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep My dreams presage some joyful news at hand. My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne, And all this day an unaccustom'd spirit Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.
Page 376 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Page 198 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world...
Page 196 - And who, in time, knows whither we may vent The treasure of our tongue, to what strange shores This gain of our best glory shall be sent, T' enrich unknowing nations with our stores? What worlds in th' yet unformed Occident May come refined with th
Page 251 - And there are also many other things which Jesus did, the which, if they should be written every one, I suppose that even the world itself could not contain the books that should be written.
Page 194 - Trompington I laughed with Chaucer in the hawthorn shade ; Heard him, while birds were warbling, tell his tales Of amorous passion. And that gentle Bard, Chosen by the Muses for their Page of State — Sweet Spenser, moving through his clouded heaven With the moon's beauty and the moon's soft pace, I called him Brother, Englishman, and Friend ! Yea, our blind Poet, who in his later day, Stood almost single ; uttering odious truth...
Page 348 - Was roofed with clouds of rich emblazonry Dark purple at the zenith, which still grew Down the steep West into a wondrous hue Brighter than burning gold, even to the rent Where the swift sun yet paused in his descent Among the many-folded hills : they were Those famous Euganean hills, which bear, As seen from Lido thro...