Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature, Science and Arts, Volume 60W & R Chambers, 1883 |
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... morning Came a little soul one day , Sweet as any mountain daisy Growing in its bed of clay . Fair the face that shone above it , Lithe the limbs that made its prison ; It was fairer than the snow - flakes Ere the morning sun had risen ...
... morning Came a little soul one day , Sweet as any mountain daisy Growing in its bed of clay . Fair the face that shone above it , Lithe the limbs that made its prison ; It was fairer than the snow - flakes Ere the morning sun had risen ...
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... morning his master heard a scuffle on the upon smaller members of their species , are exceed- stairs , followed by a scream . He ran to the ingly numerous , and generally too well known door and opened it , when in bounded Tiger , and ...
... morning his master heard a scuffle on the upon smaller members of their species , are exceed- stairs , followed by a scream . He ran to the ingly numerous , and generally too well known door and opened it , when in bounded Tiger , and ...
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... morning , and breakfast at Waylands was just over , when Mr Pebworth sauntered across the lawn , his arms laden with letters , newspapers , and pro- spectuses . The postbag had just arrived , and he was anxious to secure a first glance ...
... morning , and breakfast at Waylands was just over , when Mr Pebworth sauntered across the lawn , his arms laden with letters , newspapers , and pro- spectuses . The postbag had just arrived , and he was anxious to secure a first glance ...
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... morning at eleven . ' Dick rose , yawned , and stretched his lanky person . 6 By - the - by , ' he went on , ' that letter you handed to me this morning was from Bence Leyland . It had been sent on from our old lodgings . ' And what ...
... morning at eleven . ' Dick rose , yawned , and stretched his lanky person . 6 By - the - by , ' he went on , ' that letter you handed to me this morning was from Bence Leyland . It had been sent on from our old lodgings . ' And what ...
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... morning , and jump into the trap for a twenty - mile round before breakfast , so that the hopposition shouldn't get the start of you . Nowadays , you jump into your train with your hulsters and your wraps and your mornin ' paper , and ...
... morning , and jump into the trap for a twenty - mile round before breakfast , so that the hopposition shouldn't get the start of you . Nowadays , you jump into your train with your hulsters and your wraps and your mornin ' paper , and ...
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Page 338 - I perceived that he had already changed my guinea, and had got a bottle of madeira and a glass before him. I put the cork into the bottle, desired he would be calm, and began to talk to him of the means by which he might be extricated. He then told me that he had a novel ready for the press, which he produced to me.
Page 243 - Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes, As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music...
Page 337 - as I enter the door of a tavern, I experience an oblivion of care, and a freedom from solicitude : when I am seated, I find the master courteous, and the servants obsequious to my call ; anxious to know and ready to supply my wants : wine there exhilarates my spirits, and prompts me to free conversation, and an interchange of discourse with those whom I most love : I dogmatise, and am contradicted ; and in this conflict of opinions and sentiments I find delight.
Page 338 - I received one morning a message from poor Goldsmith that he was in great distress, and as it was not in his power to come to me, begging that I would come to him as soon as possible. I sent him a guinea, and promised to come to him directly. I accordingly went as soon as I was...
Page 294 - I returned, and saw under the sun, that the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet bread to the wise, nor yet riches to men of understanding, nor yet favour to men of skill ; but time and chance happeneth to them all.
Page 87 - There is another fine ode on the installation of the Duke of Grafton, as Chancellor of the University of Cambridge.
Page 385 - XXI. The helm, to his strong arm consign'd, Gave the reef'd sail to meet the wind, And on her alter'd way, Fierce bounding, forward sprung the ship, Like greyhound starting from the slip To seize his flying prey. Awaked before the rushing prow, The mimic fires of ocean glow, Those lightnings of the wave ; * Wild sparkles crest the broken tides, And, flashing round, the vessel's sides With elvish lustre lave, While, far behind, their livid light To the dark billows of the night A gloomy splendour...
Page 242 - The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark, When neither is attended ; and, I think The nightingale, if she should sing by day, When every goose is cackling, would be thought No better a musician than the wren.
Page 243 - Groves. 1 heard a Stock-dove sing or say His homely tale, this very day, His voice was buried among trees...
Page 53 - What a place to be in is an old library ! It seems as though all the souls of all the writers, that have bequeathed their labours to these Bodleians, were reposing here, as in some dormitory, or middle state. I do not want to handle, to profane the leaves, their winding-sheets. I could as soon dislodge a shade.