Temple Bar, Volumul 108George Augustus Sala, Edmund Yates Ward and Lock, 1896 |
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Pagina 1
... perhaps the fame of the neat covers of the books May stitched for the parish library had reached him , and he offered him the living of Applethorpe , which had just become vacant . Mr. Markham was unwilling to leave his old parish , and ...
... perhaps the fame of the neat covers of the books May stitched for the parish library had reached him , and he offered him the living of Applethorpe , which had just become vacant . Mr. Markham was unwilling to leave his old parish , and ...
Pagina 2
... perhaps two ; London itself loomed on the horizon , and when her father had gone to see the place , he came back saying that it looked a pretty country , but there had been a London fog , which had drifted down from town . However , she ...
... perhaps two ; London itself loomed on the horizon , and when her father had gone to see the place , he came back saying that it looked a pretty country , but there had been a London fog , which had drifted down from town . However , she ...
Pagina 8
... perhaps that is why he spends it so quickly . However , there is always a chance of something smashing and his being left penniless , so he needn't abandon all hope of being happy yet . He is a great friend of your son , is he not ...
... perhaps that is why he spends it so quickly . However , there is always a chance of something smashing and his being left penniless , so he needn't abandon all hope of being happy yet . He is a great friend of your son , is he not ...
Pagina 20
... perhaps that I have a touch of the scepticism you had - oh , ever so long ago ; six weeks , isn't it ? -when you expected to find that the grand style was obsolete . How we shall quarrel when we manage the world , as we said we proposed ...
... perhaps that I have a touch of the scepticism you had - oh , ever so long ago ; six weeks , isn't it ? -when you expected to find that the grand style was obsolete . How we shall quarrel when we manage the world , as we said we proposed ...
Pagina 26
... perhaps less unfathomable than any one she had ever seen ? A frank English face , a keen boyish vitality , an almost comical self - sufficiency , demanding as its only food the contemplation of Greek sculpture - it all seemed fathom ...
... perhaps less unfathomable than any one she had ever seen ? A frank English face , a keen boyish vitality , an almost comical self - sufficiency , demanding as its only food the contemplation of Greek sculpture - it all seemed fathom ...
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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?