The Monitor, Volume 1Joseph Dollard, 1879 |
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... strange ; but I am rather shy , you know , and have not mixed much in society ; and I could not bear the idea of intruding myself upon people who may not wish to know me . " " Oh ! I see ; you , who have been bred in a town , are much ...
... strange ; but I am rather shy , you know , and have not mixed much in society ; and I could not bear the idea of intruding myself upon people who may not wish to know me . " " Oh ! I see ; you , who have been bred in a town , are much ...
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... Strange to say , the lady seemed also to pay a serious attention to this maudlin self - communion . Suddenly Squire Donovan , in a state of intense excitement , actually stood up , and stumbling towards the side at which Charles ...
... Strange to say , the lady seemed also to pay a serious attention to this maudlin self - communion . Suddenly Squire Donovan , in a state of intense excitement , actually stood up , and stumbling towards the side at which Charles ...
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... strange mixture of sanctimonious strictness and moral weakness . In reality she was one of those whose puny minds are not formed for any practical efforts - one of those whose native feebleness of character may be imperfectly sustained ...
... strange mixture of sanctimonious strictness and moral weakness . In reality she was one of those whose puny minds are not formed for any practical efforts - one of those whose native feebleness of character may be imperfectly sustained ...
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... strange earnestness in the words themselves ; but there was an intense , and even vindictive bitterness in the tone in which they were uttered . " Yet we should have some sympathy with the sorrows of others , " Charles suggested . " I ...
... strange earnestness in the words themselves ; but there was an intense , and even vindictive bitterness in the tone in which they were uttered . " Yet we should have some sympathy with the sorrows of others , " Charles suggested . " I ...
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... strange contract to her own spiritless languor . " How glad I am you have come back ! " exclaimed Ellie Callanan ; " you must tell me everything that has happened since you went away - how long ago is it now ? Five years , is it not ...
... strange contract to her own spiritless languor . " How glad I am you have come back ! " exclaimed Ellie Callanan ; " you must tell me everything that has happened since you went away - how long ago is it now ? Five years , is it not ...
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Página 450 - That like a broken purpose waste in air : So waste not thou ; but come; for all the vales Await thee ; azure pillars of the hearth Arise to thee; the children call, and I Thy shepherd pipe, and sweet is every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet; Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro' the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees.
Página 282 - A man so various, that he seem'd to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome...
Página 318 - There's a bower of roses by Bendemeer's stream, And the nightingale sings round it all the day long ; In the time of my childhood 'twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song.
Página 158 - ... mermaid in seaweed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
Página 385 - Parent of thousand wild desires, The savage and the human breast Torments alike with raging fires; With bright, but oft destructive, gleam, Alike o'er all his lightnings fly ; Thy lambent glories only beam Around the fav'rites of the sky.
Página 181 - Lecky has not chosen to deal with events in chronological order, nor does he present the details of personal, party, or military affaire. The work is rather an attempt 'to disengage from the great mass of facts those which relate to the permanent forces of the nation, or which indicate some of the more enduring features of national life...
Página 140 - ABOVE the pines the moon was slowly drifting, The river sang below ; The dim Sierras, far beyond, uplifting Their minarets of snow. The roaring camp-fire, with rude humor, painted The ruddy tints of health On haggard face and form that drooped and fainted In the fierce race for wealth ; Till one arose, and from his pack's scant treasure A hoarded volume drew, And cards were dropped from hands of listless leisure To hear the tale anew. And then, while round them...
Página 318 - And a dew was distill'd from their flowers that gave All the fragrance of summer, when summer was gone. Thus memory draws from delight, ere it dies, , An essence that breathes of it many a year ; Thus bright to my soul, as 'twas then to my eyes, Is that bower on the banks of the calm Bendemeer...
Página 138 - WE are the music-makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams, Wandering by lone sea-breakers, And sitting by desolate streams; World-losers and world-forsakers, On whom the pale moon gleams: Yet we are the movers and shakers Of the world for ever, it seems.
Página 316 - They fought as they revelled, fast, fiery, and true, And, though victors, they left on the field not a few ; And they, who survived, fought and drank as of yore, But the land of their heart's hope they never saw more ; For in far foreign fields, from Dunkirk to Belgrade, Lie the soldiers and chiefs of The Irish BrigadeFONTENOY.* 1745.