Littell's Living Age, Volume 114Living Age Company, Incorporated, 1872 |
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... thought into words , and answered instead , - - " I don't exactly know ; I never am crushed . " " Ah ! " she replied ... thought those speaking features could not have deceived me . thought there must be a heart with such a voice as that ...
... thought into words , and answered instead , - - " I don't exactly know ; I never am crushed . " " Ah ! " she replied ... thought those speaking features could not have deceived me . thought there must be a heart with such a voice as that ...
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... thought what a number of bones there were in the human frame . " 66 That was an odd reflection , surely . " " Not at ... thoughts so distinct , person I had met with who , admiring mis- ery OFF THE SKELLIGS . 19.
... thought what a number of bones there were in the human frame . " 66 That was an odd reflection , surely . " " Not at ... thoughts so distinct , person I had met with who , admiring mis- ery OFF THE SKELLIGS . 19.
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... thought it was at first , and it appeared to hover before my face . There was some- thing bright in it , through which the light was shining . The child - the angel - whatever it might be was leaning over me , but I only saw the hand ...
... thought it was at first , and it appeared to hover before my face . There was some- thing bright in it , through which the light was shining . The child - the angel - whatever it might be was leaning over me , but I only saw the hand ...
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... thought by their neighbours much wicked- er folks than themselves . Miss Tott did not care to pursue the sub- ject of the visionary hand . She returned to her former thought , and said with a sigh , 66 - Some people feel things less ...
... thought by their neighbours much wicked- er folks than themselves . Miss Tott did not care to pursue the sub- ject of the visionary hand . She returned to her former thought , and said with a sigh , 66 - Some people feel things less ...
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... thought me very ungrate- ful , but I may tell you , for you don't seem to care about anybody's opinions - but I used to get a little vexed with the con- stant meadows , rivers , farms , hills , woods , and all that over and over again ...
... thought me very ungrate- ful , but I may tell you , for you don't seem to care about anybody's opinions - but I used to get a little vexed with the con- stant meadows , rivers , farms , hills , woods , and all that over and over again ...
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answered Arab asked Augusta beauty believe Bell Bernard Blackwood's Magazine Brahma Brandon called Captain Cleasby Chris Christina church colour course craniology dear death eyes face fact father feeling Fenian France French Gaul girl give grandfather hand happy head heart hope idea King knew Lady Lady Bassett laugh least less letter light look Lord MAID OF SKER marriage marry means ment mind Miss Cleasby Miss Tott moral mother nature Nejd never night North once Oswestry Pall Mall Gazette passed perhaps Petrarch poem poet poor present Russia seemed sensation Shafto side sister smile speak Stockmar stood suppose sure tain talk tell thing THOMAS HOOD thought tion told took turned W. M. THACKERAY Walter Warde wish words young
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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...