Temple Bar, Volumul 108George Augustus Sala, Edmund Yates Ward and Lock, 1896 |
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Pagina 105
... kissed it . " But indeed , " he protested , " I do not need that you should thank me or reward me . I owe you more than I can ever repay . Who was it that encouraged me when I was out of heart with my picture ? Who was it that pointed ...
... kissed it . " But indeed , " he protested , " I do not need that you should thank me or reward me . I owe you more than I can ever repay . Who was it that encouraged me when I was out of heart with my picture ? Who was it that pointed ...
Pagina 106
... kissed she was holding in the other one . He made up his mind that he ought before he went to say something that should make her understand , if might be , how truly he loved her . But not to - day ; such a thing ought to have long ...
... kissed she was holding in the other one . He made up his mind that he ought before he went to say something that should make her understand , if might be , how truly he loved her . But not to - day ; such a thing ought to have long ...
Pagina 147
... kissed the hem of her garment - or , rather , the fluffy thing on her skirt , called the balayeuse ! He vowed eternal love . He swore that her refusal should be his death sentence ; for , if his heart did not break on the instant , he ...
... kissed the hem of her garment - or , rather , the fluffy thing on her skirt , called the balayeuse ! He vowed eternal love . He swore that her refusal should be his death sentence ; for , if his heart did not break on the instant , he ...
Pagina 166
... kissed them because they were beautiful with one infinitesimal fraction of her beauty . He should have torn the secret of her from all Nature . Mr. Carlingford laid a little trap for Tom next morning , which that young gentleman fell ...
... kissed them because they were beautiful with one infinitesimal fraction of her beauty . He should have torn the secret of her from all Nature . Mr. Carlingford laid a little trap for Tom next morning , which that young gentleman fell ...
Pagina 182
... kissed her very affectionately . " My dear , I wonder whether you are as nice to Tom as you are to me , " he said . " I don't believe you can be , or else I should be jealous of him . Good - night , dear ; you've had a tiring day ...
... kissed her very affectionately . " My dear , I wonder whether you are as nice to Tom as you are to me , " he said . " I don't believe you can be , or else I should be jealous of him . Good - night , dear ; you've had a tiring day ...
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Pagina 396 - And all their echoes mourn. The willows and the hazel copses green Shall now no more be seen Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays. As killing as the canker to the rose...
Pagina 392 - Midst others of less note, came one frail Form, A phantom among men; companionless As the last cloud of an expiring storm Whose thunder is its knell; he, as I guess, Had gazed on Nature's naked loveliness, Actaeon-like, and now he fled astray With feeble steps o'er the world's wilderness, And his own thoughts, along that rugged way, Pursued, like raging hounds, their father and their prey.
Pagina 394 - Too rare, too rare, grow now my visits here! 'Mid city-noise, not, as with thee of yore, Thyrsis! in reach of sheep-bells is my home. — Then through the great town's harsh, heart-wearying roar, Let in thy voice a whisper often come, To chase fatigue and fear: Why faintest thou? I wandered till I died. Roam on! The light we sought is shining still. Dost thou ask -proof? Our tree yet crowns the hill, Our Scholar travels yet the loved hillside.
Pagina 200 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Pagina 391 - Pass, till the Spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to a slope of green access, Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread.
Pagina 200 - The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night It came again, with a great wakening light, And showed the names whom love of God had blest, And, lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest.
Pagina 536 - Paulo Purganti and his Wife." JOHNSON. " Sir, there is nothing there, but that his wife wanted to be kissed, when poor Paulo was out of pocket. No, Sir, Prior is a lady's book. No lady is ashamed to have it standing in her library.
Pagina 200 - ... his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold : Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, " What writest thou ?" The vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Pagina 337 - Car nous voulons la Nuance encor, Pas la couleur, rien que la nuance! Oh! la nuance seule fiance Le rêve au rêve et la flûte au cor!
Pagina 35 - It fortifies my soul to know That, though I perish, Truth is so : That, howsoe'er I stray and range, Whate'er I do, Thou dost not change. I steadier step when I recall That, if I slip, Thou dost not falL 'PERCHE PENSA?