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... play With the gold , and with the gray . " Yet , my little Lady - feather , You do well to sit and sing , " Crieth , sigheth Mona's mother . " If you would , you could no other . Can the leaf fail with the spring ? Can the tendril stay ...
... play With the gold , and with the gray . " Yet , my little Lady - feather , You do well to sit and sing , " Crieth , sigheth Mona's mother . " If you would , you could no other . Can the leaf fail with the spring ? Can the tendril stay ...
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... in the spring . The work of the heroes is play to us ; the pang of the martyr is a thrill of rapture ; the exile's longing is a strain of plaintive music touch- ing and delighting us . We are not only young 1867. ] 27 At Padua .
... in the spring . The work of the heroes is play to us ; the pang of the martyr is a thrill of rapture ; the exile's longing is a strain of plaintive music touch- ing and delighting us . We are not only young 1867. ] 27 At Padua .
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... play at the pretty lit- tle Teatro Sociale , where we went to pass the rest of the evening , appeared hollow and improbable . We thought the hero something of a bore , with his patience and goodness ; and as for the heroine , pursued by ...
... play at the pretty lit- tle Teatro Sociale , where we went to pass the rest of the evening , appeared hollow and improbable . We thought the hero something of a bore , with his patience and goodness ; and as for the heroine , pursued by ...
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... play the hostess , and that , in short , she was in the humor to be alone . Of course there was nothing for the gentlemen but to obey ; but Richard went out cursing the law , under which , in the hour of his mistress's sorrow , his ...
... play the hostess , and that , in short , she was in the humor to be alone . Of course there was nothing for the gentlemen but to obey ; but Richard went out cursing the law , under which , in the hour of his mistress's sorrow , his ...
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... play , and remarked that I thought it something singular that he " should there find any one to keep him so well in hand . ” " Ah ! my dear sir , " said he , " you Sophy have yet much to learn . This country is not so bad as you think ...
... play , and remarked that I thought it something singular that he " should there find any one to keep him so well in hand . ” " Ah ! my dear sir , " said he , " you Sophy have yet much to learn . This country is not so bad as you think ...
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Página 577 - I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent. I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and, perhaps, the establishment of my fame.
Página 179 - Yes, trust them not; for there is an upstart crow beautified with our feathers, that, with his tiger's heart wrapped in a player's hide, supposes he is as well able to bombast out a blank verse as the best of you, and being an absolute Johannes factotum is, in his own conceit, the only Shake-scene in a country.
Página 367 - BY the flow of the inland river, Whence the fleets of iron have fled, Where the blades of the grave-grass quiver, Asleep are the ranks of the dead ; — Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day ; — Under the one, the Blue ; Under the other, the Gray.
Página 48 - ... clime, And spreads the honey of his deep research At his return — a rich repast for me. He travels, and I too. I tread his deck, Ascend his topmast, through his peering eyes Discover countries, with a kindred heart Suffer his woes, and share in his escapes ; While fancy, like the finger of a clock, Runs the great circuit, and is still at home.
Página 156 - SWEET hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer, That calls me from a world of care. And bids me, at my Father's throne. Make all my wants and wishes known ! In seasons of distress and grief, My soul has often found relief, And oft escaped the tempter's snare, By thy return, sweet hour of prayer.
Página 597 - Who in their greatest cost, Seek nothing but commending. And if they make reply, Then give them all the lie. Tell zeal it wants devotion, Tell love it is but lust, Tell time it is but motion, Tell flesh it is but dust : And wish them not reply, For thou must give the lie.
Página 179 - Shakespeare's poems the creative power and the intellectual energy wrestle as in a war embrace. Each in its excess of strength seems to threaten the extinction of the other. At length in the drama they were reconciled, and fought each with its shield before the breast of the other.
Página 368 - Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; Under the blossoms, the Blue; Under the garlands, the Gray No more shall the war-cry sever, Or the winding rivers be red; They banish our anger forever, When they laurel the graves of our dead. Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; Love and tears for the Blue; Tears and love for the Gray.
Página 577 - It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines of the last page, in a summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent.
Página 623 - From Paul's I went, to Eton sent, To learn straightways the Latin phrase, Where fifty-three stripes given to me At once I had. For fault but small, or none at all, It came to pass thus beat I was; See, Udal, see the mercy of thee To me, poor lad.