Littell's Living Age, Volume 148Living Age Company Incorporated, 1881 |
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... laugh or pout from his canvas , there is a fugitive glance of Hannah . No sheltered , pampered , delicate toy was she , but a playmate of nature , a creature kissed by breeze and sunshine , whose healthful , innocent charm blossomed all ...
... laugh or pout from his canvas , there is a fugitive glance of Hannah . No sheltered , pampered , delicate toy was she , but a playmate of nature , a creature kissed by breeze and sunshine , whose healthful , innocent charm blossomed all ...
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... laughed . " Wear them yourself then , Mrs. Ta- mar . I will not have them back again . " " Nay , sir , " said she ... laugh . Go. ,. go. ,. sir. ,. " now. said. Mrs. Bee . " Hannah and I have much on hand . " The young fellow strolled off ...
... laughed . " Wear them yourself then , Mrs. Ta- mar . I will not have them back again . " " Nay , sir , " said she ... laugh . Go. ,. go. ,. sir. ,. " now. said. Mrs. Bee . " Hannah and I have much on hand . " The young fellow strolled off ...
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... laugh on such occasions . What an hour of martyrdom we endured in the washhouse that Mon- day morning ! Yet another ... laughing eye . maun gae to the big hoose straight away , VOL . XXΧΙΙΙ , 1667 LIVING AGE . " How long is it ...
... laugh on such occasions . What an hour of martyrdom we endured in the washhouse that Mon- day morning ! Yet another ... laughing eye . maun gae to the big hoose straight away , VOL . XXΧΙΙΙ , 1667 LIVING AGE . " How long is it ...
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... laughed , and shrugged his shoulbreaks it up into lots , and sells it to the. by Swipes of that rich old Château ... laughing , " and ask you what you think of the country . " " Thank you much , " I replied . " In fact , I am quite ...
... laughed , and shrugged his shoulbreaks it up into lots , and sells it to the. by Swipes of that rich old Château ... laughing , " and ask you what you think of the country . " " Thank you much , " I replied . " In fact , I am quite ...
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... laugh- ing . " You are right , Mrs. Edgeware ; it is a technical , and a disastrous one for Jamaica peasants who ... laughing , " John Bull will begin to consider whether it is worth his while to keep up an army of officials , and ...
... laugh- ing . " You are right , Mrs. Edgeware ; it is a technical , and a disastrous one for Jamaica peasants who ... laughing , " John Bull will begin to consider whether it is worth his while to keep up an army of officials , and ...
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Page 413 - Faintly as tolls the evening chime Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn. Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Page 54 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Page 256 - From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
Page 114 - There was a severe, worn pressure of thought about his temples, a fire in his eye (as if he saw something in objects more than the outward appearance), an intense, high, narrow forehead, a Roman nose, cheeks furrowed by strong purpose and feeling, and a convulsive inclination to laughter about the mouth, a good deal at variance with the solemn, stately expression of the rest of his face.
Page 258 - WHEN we two parted . In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted, To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss ; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this. The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow — It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame ; I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame. They name thee before...
Page 349 - Deh, frate, or fa che più non mi ti celi ; Vedi che non pur io, ma questa gente Tutta rimira là dove il sol veli.
Page 257 - So still an image of tranquillity, So calm and still, .and looked so beautiful Amid the uneasy thoughts which filled my mind, That what we feel of sorrow and despair From ruin and from change, and all the grief That passing shows of Being leave behind, Appeared an idle dream, that could not live Where meditation was. I turned away, And walked along my road in happiness.
Page 257 - The Old Man, noting this, resumed, and said, ; My Friend ! enough to sorrow you have given, The purposes of wisdom ask no more ; Be wise and cheerful ; and no longer read The forms of things with an unworthy eye. She sleeps in the calm earth, and peace is here.
Page 314 - There build we thee, O guardian dear, Mark'd with a stone, thy last abode! Then some, who through this garden pass, When we too, like thyself, are clay, Shall see thy grave upon the grass, And stop before the stone, and say: People who lived here long ago Did by this stone, it seems, intend To name for future times to know The dachs-hound, Geist, their little friend.
Page 213 - HEAP on more wood ! — the wind is chill ; But let it whistle as it will, We'll keep our Christmas merry still.