Littell's Living Age, Volume 266Living Age Company, Incorporated, 1910 |
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... Death 2 60 A Day in Provence 597 A Rowton House Rhyme 66 The Strength and Weakness of the Third French Republic . The Impulse of Rescue . 118 643 The Passing of the Dogs of Con- The Eyes of Plants 809 stantinople 181 The Individuality ...
... Death 2 60 A Day in Provence 597 A Rowton House Rhyme 66 The Strength and Weakness of the Third French Republic . The Impulse of Rescue . 118 643 The Passing of the Dogs of Con- The Eyes of Plants 809 stantinople 181 The Individuality ...
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... Death • 597 . The Strength and Weakness of the Third French Republic . A Rowton House Rhyme The Impulse of Rescue . 643 The Passing of the Dogs of Con- The Eyes of Plants 809 stantinople • The Individuality of Trees OUTLOOK . The New ...
... Death • 597 . The Strength and Weakness of the Third French Republic . A Rowton House Rhyme The Impulse of Rescue . 643 The Passing of the Dogs of Con- The Eyes of Plants 809 stantinople • The Individuality of Trees OUTLOOK . The New ...
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... Death , The Sting of 60 514 Declaration , The New 313 Basis of Settlement , The . By Sydney Brooks . 259 Deer , Tracking the Wild Red- . By Basil Tozer 585 Books , Some of a Hundred Best . By Sir Henry Lucy " Devourers , The . " By ...
... Death , The Sting of 60 514 Declaration , The New 313 Basis of Settlement , The . By Sydney Brooks . 259 Deer , Tracking the Wild Red- . By Basil Tozer 585 Books , Some of a Hundred Best . By Sir Henry Lucy " Devourers , The . " By ...
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... Death , The Story of Hauksgarth Farm , The . By Emma Brooke 15 , 85 , 146 , 214 , 275 , 334 Weighed in the Balance . R. Glasgow . West Indians at Home . By C. 514 · B. J. R. 663 · 60 W. When James III . Was King . By F. C. Palmer 441 ...
... Death , The Story of Hauksgarth Farm , The . By Emma Brooke 15 , 85 , 146 , 214 , 275 , 334 Weighed in the Balance . R. Glasgow . West Indians at Home . By C. 514 · B. J. R. 663 · 60 W. When James III . Was King . By F. C. Palmer 441 ...
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... death ? " It was too soon , " was the first irrepressible cry of the nation as it woke to a strange self in a new world . Yes , it was too soon ; too soon for him in the ripeness of his charm and his power ; too soon for the coun- try ...
... death ? " It was too soon , " was the first irrepressible cry of the nation as it woke to a strange self in a new world . Yes , it was too soon ; too soon for him in the ripeness of his charm and his power ; too soon for the coun- try ...
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Página 115 - So nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is God to man, When Duty whispers low, Thou must, The youth replies, I can.
Página 56 - And bade me creep past. No ! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness and cold. For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, And the elements...
Página 361 - Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night : It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden ; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be, Ere one can say — It lightens.
Página 362 - My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
Página 21 - I am as sorry as if the original fault had been my fault, because myself have seen his demeanour no less civil than he excellent in the quality he professes: besides, divers of worship have reported his uprightness of dealing which argues his honesty, and his facetious grace in writing, that approves his art.
Página 712 - Advocate MacKenyie, who, for his worldly wit and wisdom had been to the rest as a god. And there was Claverhouse, as beautiful as when he lived, with his long, dark, curled locks streaming down over his laced buffcoat, and his left hand always on his right spuleblade, to hide the wound that the silver bullet had made.
Página 371 - I hear of poets' fury* tell, But (God wot) wot not what they mean by it: And this I swear by blackest brook of hell, I am no pick-purse of another's wit. How falls it then, that with so smooth an ease My thoughts I speak, and what I speak doth flow In verse, and that my verse best wits doth please? Guess we the cause: "What, is it thus?
Página 712 - And mony, mony mair were coming and ganging, a' as busy in their vocation as if they had been alive. Sir Robert Redgauntlet, in the midst of a' this fearful riot, cried, wi' a voice like thunder, on Steenie Piper to come to the board-head where he was sitting, his legs stretched out before him, and swathed up with flannel, with his holster pistols aside him, while the great broadsword rested against...
Página 712 - There was the fierce Middleton, and the dissolute Rothes, and the crafty Lauderdale; and Dalyell, with his bald head and a beard to his girdle; and Earlshall, with Cameron's blude on his hand; and wild Bonshaw, that tied blessed Mr. Cargill's limbs till the blude sprung; and Dumbarton Douglas, the twiceturned traitor baith to country and king.
Página 706 - I am wishing ill to little Harry, or to the babe that's yet to be born — God forbid, and make them kind to the poor, and better folk than their father ! — And now, ride e'en your ways ; for these are the last words ye'll ever hear Meg Merrilies speak, and this is the last reise that I'll ever cut in the bonny woods of Ellangowan.