Littell's Living Age, Volume 206Living Age Company, Incorporated, 1895 - Literature |
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66 " I suppose you know , " she said slowly , leaning her head on her hand , and looking up into her companion's face , that it is a little unusual for a pretty girl of twenty - three to be rat- tling about the world in Worth toilettes ...
66 " I suppose you know , " she said slowly , leaning her head on her hand , and looking up into her companion's face , that it is a little unusual for a pretty girl of twenty - three to be rat- tling about the world in Worth toilettes ...
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... head had brought into star- tling relief the hollow in the oval of the cheek ; and was it not too trans- parent ? was the flush - deepening as the evening went on — not almost that of hectic ? Scarcely a word was passing between the two ...
... head had brought into star- tling relief the hollow in the oval of the cheek ; and was it not too trans- parent ? was the flush - deepening as the evening went on — not almost that of hectic ? Scarcely a word was passing between the two ...
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... head - wreaths for the said men To Pierre Rossignol ( nightin- gale ) and his companions , min- strels , who sounded ... heads , they dance and jump , they make merry , and Robert - the - Devil distinguishes himself and bursts his hose ...
... head - wreaths for the said men To Pierre Rossignol ( nightin- gale ) and his companions , min- strels , who sounded ... heads , they dance and jump , they make merry , and Robert - the - Devil distinguishes himself and bursts his hose ...
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... head of her dog is to come . All these emendations were passed through the unfortunate Sir Ralph , and it must have been a slight satisfaction to him , after all the trouble he had had , when the picture , undertaken against his advice ...
... head of her dog is to come . All these emendations were passed through the unfortunate Sir Ralph , and it must have been a slight satisfaction to him , after all the trouble he had had , when the picture , undertaken against his advice ...
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... head was placed the little white satin banner . The emblem of royalty moved the boys to wrath as it waved above the dead in Westmins- ter Abbey , in full sight of the lads who had been drawn up to witness the burial . The coffin was ...
... head was placed the little white satin banner . The emblem of royalty moved the boys to wrath as it waved above the dead in Westmins- ter Abbey , in full sight of the lads who had been drawn up to witness the burial . The coffin was ...
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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?