The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 65Atlantic Monthly Company, 1890 |
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... face from the fire . " Is it possible that you have been away fifteen years ? Shame on you ! You deserve to find yourself forgotten . forgotten . Indeed , I should have for- gotten you ten times over , except that I knew your father so ...
... face from the fire . " Is it possible that you have been away fifteen years ? Shame on you ! You deserve to find yourself forgotten . forgotten . Indeed , I should have for- gotten you ten times over , except that I knew your father so ...
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... face ; but there is nothing behind it . It is the face of a dreamer . It would serve Mortimer Lee right if Sidney fell in love with you ; but she sha'n't . I suppose you have about two cents to live on ? But , seriously , I hope great ...
... face ; but there is nothing behind it . It is the face of a dreamer . It would serve Mortimer Lee right if Sidney fell in love with you ; but she sha'n't . I suppose you have about two cents to live on ? But , seriously , I hope great ...
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... face and timid manner always caused Alan to think of a deprecating bird , and made him want to stroke the somewhat ruffled plumage of her hair and dress , and bid her never fear . Instead , he remon- strated with Sidney . " By this ...
... face and timid manner always caused Alan to think of a deprecating bird , and made him want to stroke the somewhat ruffled plumage of her hair and dress , and bid her never fear . Instead , he remon- strated with Sidney . " By this ...
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... face , and she rose to welcome her father . Alan could hear the murmur of their voices in the hall , and then they entered together ; the major standing for a moment in the doorway , like a wavering shadow , while he put his glasses ...
... face , and she rose to welcome her father . Alan could hear the murmur of their voices in the hall , and then they entered together ; the major standing for a moment in the doorway , like a wavering shadow , while he put his glasses ...
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... face with pleasant green . " Like the cunning workman that he is , inlaying and encrusting his handicraft with every precious bit that comes in his way , Milton embodies the same line and another equally charming , — " Perpetuo viret ...
... face with pleasant green . " Like the cunning workman that he is , inlaying and encrusting his handicraft with every precious bit that comes in his way , Milton embodies the same line and another equally charming , — " Perpetuo viret ...
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Page 26 - Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
Page 672 - The duties of all public officers are, or, at least, admit of being made so plain and simple, that men of intelligence may readily qualify themselves for their performance...
Page 26 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Page 295 - The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be; and that which is done is that which shall be done : and there is no new thing under the sun. Is there anything whereof it may be said, See, this is new? it hath been already of old time, which was before us.
Page 302 - We live in succession, in division, in parts, in particles. Meantime within man is the soul of the whole; the wise silence; the universal beauty, to which every part and particle is equally related; the eternal ONE.
Page 29 - Love in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet ; Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast ; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest : Ah ! wanton, will ye...
Page 113 - I am this day fourscore years old: and can I discern between good and evil? can thy servant taste what I eat or what I drink? can I hear any more the voice of singing men and singing women? wherefore then should thy servant be yet a burden unto my lord the king?
Page 701 - Thus with the year Seasons return ; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead, and everduring dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Page 40 - And many nations shall come and say, Come and let us go up to the mountain of the Lord, and to the house of the God of Jacob; and he will teach us of his ways, and we will walk in his paths: for the law shall go forth of Zion, and the word of the Lord from Jerusalem.
Page 656 - TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.