Golden Treasures of Poetry, Romance, and ArtWilliam Fearing Gill W.F. Gill, 1876 - 348 páginas |
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... feet . Even the invete- rate reserve in his manner , and the downcast , almost sullen , look which had prejudiced me against him , aroused a com- mon feeling of romantic enthusiasm in my servants ' hall . It was decided on the high ...
... feet . Even the invete- rate reserve in his manner , and the downcast , almost sullen , look which had prejudiced me against him , aroused a com- mon feeling of romantic enthusiasm in my servants ' hall . It was decided on the high ...
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... feet ; he said , in tones so low that I could barely hear him , " Please excuse me for a minute , " and left the room . I waited for half an hour - for a quarter of an hour after that — and then I sent to ask if he had forgotten his ...
... feet ; he said , in tones so low that I could barely hear him , " Please excuse me for a minute , " and left the room . I waited for half an hour - for a quarter of an hour after that — and then I sent to ask if he had forgotten his ...
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... feet high , as well as I could judge - was moving beside me at the edge of the road , on my left hand . When I stopped , the white mist stopped . When I went on , the white mist went on . I pushed my horse to a trot , the pillar of mist ...
... feet high , as well as I could judge - was moving beside me at the edge of the road , on my left hand . When I stopped , the white mist stopped . When I went on , the white mist went on . I pushed my horse to a trot , the pillar of mist ...
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... feet with the slow utterance of these words , repeated over and over again : " Jéromette is dead . Jéromette is dead . " But my will was still my own ; I was able to control myself , to impose silence on my own mutter- ing lips . And I ...
... feet with the slow utterance of these words , repeated over and over again : " Jéromette is dead . Jéromette is dead . " But my will was still my own ; I was able to control myself , to impose silence on my own mutter- ing lips . And I ...
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... feet . She stood before me as I had last seen her , in her purple merino dress , with the black silk apron , with the white handkerchief tied loosely round her neck . She stood before me in the gentle beauty that I remembered so well ...
... feet . She stood before me as I had last seen her , in her purple merino dress , with the black silk apron , with the white handkerchief tied loosely round her neck . She stood before me in the gentle beauty that I remembered so well ...
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Página 278 - A lofty pillar, •, rising from a bastion which bore during many weeks the heaviest fire of the enemy, is seen far up and far down the Foyle. On the summit is the statue of Walker, such as when, in the last and most terrible emergency, his eloquence roused the fainting courage of his brethren. In one hand he grasps a Bible. The other, pointing down the river, seems to direct the eyes of his famished audience to the English topmasts in the distant bay.
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Página 161 - Binding the yellow sheaves ; And at this very hour I seem To be with Joseph in his dream. I see the fields of Bethlehem, And reapers many a one, Bending unto their sickles' stroke, And Boaz looking on ; And Kuth, the Moabitess fair, Among the gleaners stooping there.
Página 135 - A virtuous household, though exceeding poor ! Pure livers were they all, austere and grave, And fearing God; the very children taught Stern self-respect, a reverence for God's word, And an habitual piety, maintained W1th strictness scarcely known on English ground.
Página 317 - A chain of gold ye sail not lack, • Nor braid to bind your hair; Nor mettled hound, nor managed hawk, Nor palfrey fresh and fair; And you, the foremost o' them a', Shall ride our forest queen" — But aye she loot the tears down fa
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Página 135 - He had perceived the presence and the power Of greatness, and deep feelings had impressed Great objects on his mind, with portraiture And colour so distinct that on his mind They lay like substances, and almost seemed To haunt the bodily sense.