Littell's Living Age, Volume 206Living Age Company, Incorporated, 1895 - Literature |
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... French Pamphleteer , Concerning " Duppies , ' · QUARTERLY REVIEW . England and France in the Nile Val- Latter - Day Pagans , 707 ley , · Ireland Unvisited , • LONDON QUARTERLY REVIEW . The Rivals of " Punch , " Sir William Petty , 323 ...
... French Pamphleteer , Concerning " Duppies , ' · QUARTERLY REVIEW . England and France in the Nile Val- Latter - Day Pagans , 707 ley , · Ireland Unvisited , • LONDON QUARTERLY REVIEW . The Rivals of " Punch , " Sir William Petty , 323 ...
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... French 445 553 643 672 731 771 218 412 657 110. Public , · Antarctic Explorations , " BORGU , The Race for " Bird Lyric , A Baltic Canal ! Killed by the Boer Pastoral , A. Boys , When we were Black Forest Wedding , A Burns , Robert ...
... French 445 553 643 672 731 771 218 412 657 110. Public , · Antarctic Explorations , " BORGU , The Race for " Bird Lyric , A Baltic Canal ! Killed by the Boer Pastoral , A. Boys , When we were Black Forest Wedding , A Burns , Robert ...
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... French . When freedom is thus ushered thought were imperilled , that the in by a desire to mould all on the same people of Caltavuturo were shot down pattern , and to force the square man by the soldiery , and thus opened the iuto the ...
... French . When freedom is thus ushered thought were imperilled , that the in by a desire to mould all on the same people of Caltavuturo were shot down pattern , and to force the square man by the soldiery , and thus opened the iuto the ...
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... French ambassador sent years a captive in the Tower of London , at Newark , Evesham , and in other prisons . This document consists in the report . to Scotland in the years 1434-6 , by King Charles the Seventh , to fetch the Lady ...
... French ambassador sent years a captive in the Tower of London , at Newark , Evesham , and in other prisons . This document consists in the report . to Scotland in the years 1434-6 , by King Charles the Seventh , to fetch the Lady ...
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... French king if his am- in the very heart of winter , and in bassadors made their entry into Edin- stormy weather . And we had a great burgh , " which is the chief town of deal to endure , we ran great risks , and Scotland , " without ...
... French king if his am- in the very heart of winter , and in bassadors made their entry into Edin- stormy weather . And we had a great burgh , " which is the chief town of deal to endure , we ran great risks , and Scotland , " without ...
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Page 350 - And so beside the Silent Sea I wait the muffled oar ; No harm from Him can come to me On ocean or on shore. I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air ; I only know I cannot drift Beyond His love and care.
Page 122 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear: If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, • Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.
Page 124 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Page 13 - I STROVE with none, for none was worth my strife; Nature I loved, and next to Nature, Art; I warmed both hands before the fire of life; It sinks, and I am ready to depart.
Page 125 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown : Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn ; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Page 124 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Page 125 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!
Page 10 - There are no fields of amaranth on this side of the grave; there are no voices, O Rhodope, that are not soon mute, however tuneful; there is no name, with whatever emphasis of passionate love repeated, of which the echo is not faint at last.
Page 514 - Yestreen when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw : Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, 1 sigh'd, and said amang them a',
Page 123 - As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?