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... mean to tell me you're a gentleman - eh ? " " Oh , my dear Barnes , for shame ! " murmured the lady , in the same suppressed tone . Charles Callanan , with a feeling of bewilderment rather than indignation , gazed in turn at his two ...
... mean to tell me you're a gentleman - eh ? " " Oh , my dear Barnes , for shame ! " murmured the lady , in the same suppressed tone . Charles Callanan , with a feeling of bewilderment rather than indignation , gazed in turn at his two ...
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... mean , have been fellow - students ? " she said , in what seemed to Charles a slightly patronizing tone . The young man coloured slightly , and , turning to the lady , replied : " You have surmised quite correctly , madam . We have not ...
... mean , have been fellow - students ? " she said , in what seemed to Charles a slightly patronizing tone . The young man coloured slightly , and , turning to the lady , replied : " You have surmised quite correctly , madam . We have not ...
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... mean , Charles ? I really cannot see the force of such an expression . " دو " Well , a vehicle which seems to travel in a kind of ellipse or parabola might perhaps , without much exaggeration , be described as ' eccentric , ' Charles ...
... mean , Charles ? I really cannot see the force of such an expression . " دو " Well , a vehicle which seems to travel in a kind of ellipse or parabola might perhaps , without much exaggeration , be described as ' eccentric , ' Charles ...
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expressions , Charles . You surely don't mean that this lady concerned our interests in any way ? " " Oh ! really , sir , you seem to me to take too narrow a view of things , " said the young man , rather annoyed by his father's ...
expressions , Charles . You surely don't mean that this lady concerned our interests in any way ? " " Oh ! really , sir , you seem to me to take too narrow a view of things , " said the young man , rather annoyed by his father's ...
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... mean , Charles , " replied Mr. Callanan , with the fainted shadow of a smile . " But this much is plain to me , that you have rambled away altogether from your mail - coach experiences . " Herein it may be observed that Mr. Callanan ...
... mean , Charles , " replied Mr. Callanan , with the fainted shadow of a smile . " But this much is plain to me , that you have rambled away altogether from your mail - coach experiences . " Herein it may be observed that Mr. Callanan ...
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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 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 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 394 - Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear, And who felt how the best charms of Nature improve When we see them reflected from looks that we love. Sweet vale of Avoca ! how calm could I rest In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best, Where the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease, And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace.
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 394 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Página 158 - Until the poppied warmth of sleep oppress'd Her soothed limbs, and soul fatigued away ; Flown, like a thought, until the morrow-day ; Blissfully haven'd both from joy and pain; Clasp'd like a missal where swart Paynims pray; Blinded alike from sunshine and from rain, As though a rose should shut, and be a bud again.
Página 319 - Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory — Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the beloved's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on.
Página 141 - 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 shadows gathered faster, And as the firelight fell, He read aloud the book wherein the Master Had writ of " Little Nell." Perhaps 'twas boyish fancy, — for the reader Was youngest of them all, — But, as he read, from clustering pine and cedar A silence seemed to fall ; The fir-trees, gathering closer in the shadows, Listened...