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... CHRISTINA NORTH . BY E. M. ARCHER . " His life is as a woven rope , A single strand may lightly part : Love's simple thread is all her hope , Which breaking , breaks her heart . " CHAPTER I. Ir was early in March , but the winter had ...
... CHRISTINA NORTH . BY E. M. ARCHER . " His life is as a woven rope , A single strand may lightly part : Love's simple thread is all her hope , Which breaking , breaks her heart . " CHAPTER I. Ir was early in March , but the winter had ...
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... Christina's ears ; but Christina laughed , and shook her head , and would - not listen . Christina had looked up at the sound of his footstep , but her face did not brighten , nor did she turn to meet him , when he came in flinging down ...
... Christina's ears ; but Christina laughed , and shook her head , and would - not listen . Christina had looked up at the sound of his footstep , but her face did not brighten , nor did she turn to meet him , when he came in flinging down ...
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... Christina ; " but I don't know . So many things may happen , you know ; you might change , I might change . Many things might happen . I might die first . " 66 - Why do you say that ? " said Bernard ... Christina sat 142 CHRISTINA NORTH .
... Christina ; " but I don't know . So many things may happen , you know ; you might change , I might change . Many things might happen . I might die first . " 66 - Why do you say that ? " said Bernard ... Christina sat 142 CHRISTINA NORTH .
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... Christina , rousing herself a little indig- nantly . " I suppose we all want money when we can get it , ” said her grandfather : and then silence fell upon them again . Perhaps it was because she looked on it as a sort of refuge ; here ...
... Christina , rousing herself a little indig- nantly . " I suppose we all want money when we can get it , ” said her grandfather : and then silence fell upon them again . Perhaps it was because she looked on it as a sort of refuge ; here ...
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... Christina , who was not faded , down to rest . nor disappointed , nor tired , but , on the contrary , full of life and spirit , should not feel all this as her mother felt it . - The Park had been long shut up , and it was long very ...
... Christina , who was not faded , down to rest . nor disappointed , nor tired , but , on the contrary , full of life and spirit , should not feel all this as her mother felt it . - The Park had been long shut up , and it was long very ...
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Página 389 - Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon ; Yes, but for these, and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power ; So fair, so calm, so softly sealed, The first, last look by death revealed...
Página 389 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress...
Página 160 - Kent. Vex not his ghost. O, let him pass! He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
Página 392 - Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven ! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, — 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you ; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
Página 46 - Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
Página 469 - For he who fights and runs away May live to fight another day ; But he who is in battle slain Can never rise and fight again.
Página 392 - He is an evening reveller, who makes His life an infancy, and sings his fill; At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Starts into voice a moment, then is still. There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love instil, Weeping themselves away, till they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues.
Página 444 - By the principle of utility is meant that principle which approves or disapproves of every action whatsoever, according to the tendency which it appears to have to augment or diminish the happiness of the party whose interest is in question: or, what is the same thing in other words, to promote or to oppose that happiness.
Página 160 - I said to those who heard me first in America — ' O brothers, speaking the same dear mother tongue — O comrades, enemies no more, let us take a mournful hand together as we stand by this royal corpse, and call a truce to battle ! Low he lies to whom the proudest used to kneel once, and who was cast lower than the poorest: dead, whom millions prayed for in vain. Driven off his throne ; buffeted by rude hands ; with his children in revolt ; the darling of his old age killed before him untimely,...
Página 392 - Mellow'd and mingling, yet distinctly seen, Save darken'd Jura, whose capt heights appear Precipitously steep ; and drawing near, There breathes a living fragrance from the shore, Of flowers yet fresh with childhood ; on the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar, Or chirps the grasshopper one...