Every Saturday: A Journal of Choice Reading, Volume 1Ticknor and Fields., 1866 |
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... passed on in his line , and finally it came into our possession at the capture of Lahore , and was presented to her ... passing away of peril . Europe is a French crown jewel , once adorning the order of the Golden Fleece . Her Majesty ...
... passed on in his line , and finally it came into our possession at the capture of Lahore , and was presented to her ... passing away of peril . Europe is a French crown jewel , once adorning the order of the Golden Fleece . Her Majesty ...
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... passed away ; and for the child Many green springs in beauty smiled ; And many autumns , fading by , Pointed to changeless things on high : Yet not alone did blissful days Around him cast their sunny rays , For nothing here on earth is ...
... passed away ; and for the child Many green springs in beauty smiled ; And many autumns , fading by , Pointed to changeless things on high : Yet not alone did blissful days Around him cast their sunny rays , For nothing here on earth is ...
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... passed through ness and bouquet , and I dug it for him , that park the day with intenser suffering than usual . He ... passing at midnight stopped at ity in his case . - We never could explain his death ; it was not poison or injury ; he ...
... passed through ness and bouquet , and I dug it for him , that park the day with intenser suffering than usual . He ... passing at midnight stopped at ity in his case . - We never could explain his death ; it was not poison or injury ; he ...
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... passed those Heads , and came on the great swell of the Indian Ocean , the yards were braced up , the great ship seemed to give a sigh , and bent over to her sixteen thousand miles ' battle with the elements . My last recollection of ...
... passed those Heads , and came on the great swell of the Indian Ocean , the yards were braced up , the great ship seemed to give a sigh , and bent over to her sixteen thousand miles ' battle with the elements . My last recollection of ...
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... passing in a boat , with my brother and sister , under the bows of the ship | at Valparaiso , that I fully understood ... passed us : on the quarter - deck we saw Hatterton . beer bottles . But if the reader expects any of the crudities ...
... passing in a boat , with my brother and sister , under the bows of the ship | at Valparaiso , that I fully understood ... passed us : on the quarter - deck we saw Hatterton . beer bottles . But if the reader expects any of the crudities ...
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Page 256 - Too rare, too rare, grow now my visits here, But once I knew each field, each flower, each stick; And with the country-folk acquaintance made By barn in threshing-time, by new-built rick. Here, too, our shepherd-pipes we first assay'd.
Page 190 - And many more, whose names on Earth are dark, But whose transmitted effluence cannot die So long as fire outlives the parent spark, Rose, robed in dazzling immortality. ' Thou art become as one of us...
Page 281 - Now it appears to me that almost any Man may like the spider spin from his own inwards his own airy Citadel — the points of leaves and twigs on which the spider begins her work are few, and she fills the air with a beautiful circuiting. Man should be content with as few points to tip with the fine Web of his Soul, and weave a tapestry empyrean full of symbols for his spiritual eye, of softness for his spiritual touch, of space for his wandering, of distinctness for his luxury.
Page 257 - Who, if not I, for questing here hath power? I know the wood which hides the daffodil, I know the Fyfield tree, I know what white, what purple fritillaries The grassy harvest of the river-fields, Above by Ensham, down by Sandford, yields, And what sedged brooks are Thames's tributaries; I know these slopes; who knows them if not I?
Page 33 - The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober coloring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
Page 258 - Here cam'st thou in thy jocund youthful . time, Here was thine height of strength, thy golden prime ! And still the haunt beloved a virtue yields.
Page 353 - And let those that play your clowns, speak no more than is set down for them : for there be of them, that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too ; though, in the mean time, some necessary question of the play be then to be considered: that's villainous; and . shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.
Page 256 - Soon will the high Midsummer pomps come on, Soon will the musk carnations break and swell, Soon shall we have gold-dusted snapdragon, Sweet- William with his homely cottage-smell, And stocks in fragrant blow; Roses that down the alleys shine afar, And open, jasmine-muffled lattices, And groups under the dreaming garden-trees, And the full moon, and the white evening-star.
Page 223 - England will never consent that France shall arrogate the power of annulling at her pleasure, and under the pretence of a pretended natural right, of which she makes herself the only judge, the political system of Europe, established by solemn treaties, and guaranteed by the consent of all the powers.
Page 75 - O Beautiful! my Country! ours once more! Smoothing thy gold of war-dishevelled hair O'er such sweet brows as never other wore, And letting thy set lips, Freed from wrath's pale eclipse, The rosy edges of their smile lay bare, What words divine of lover or of poet Could tell our love and make thee know it, Among the Nations bright beyond compare? What were our lives without thee? What all our lives to save thee? We reck not what we gave thee; We will not dare to doubt thee, But ask whatever else,...