Littell's Living Age, Volume 74Living Age Company Incorporated, 1862 |
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... dear man to death ; besides I want him to help me make a slide in the garden . He said he would , if the frost lasted . What a splen- did slide that was in the garden last Christ- mas ! Do you remember it , Vi ? " " I am afraid , Madge ...
... dear man to death ; besides I want him to help me make a slide in the garden . He said he would , if the frost lasted . What a splen- did slide that was in the garden last Christ- mas ! Do you remember it , Vi ? " " I am afraid , Madge ...
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... dear Vi , he's a schoolboy - he quite painlessly at nine o'clock this morning . " From The St. James's Magazine . THE HERDSMAN OF LA. " What a rough creature you are , Madge ! There's my hair down , and my collar crum- pled - you hug one ...
... dear Vi , he's a schoolboy - he quite painlessly at nine o'clock this morning . " From The St. James's Magazine . THE HERDSMAN OF LA. " What a rough creature you are , Madge ! There's my hair down , and my collar crum- pled - you hug one ...
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... dear , clouds rising from the sea towards the sun that in order to judge of an ornament it tempered his heat , and gave to the margin ought to be complete . " And balancing her those opal hues which are so charming . The head ...
... dear , clouds rising from the sea towards the sun that in order to judge of an ornament it tempered his heat , and gave to the margin ought to be complete . " And balancing her those opal hues which are so charming . The head ...
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... dear maiden ? He who has cradled you in his arms , who has seen you grow up , and for your sake has never wished to leave Sansouire - he who has loved none but you , has claims on your confidence and affection . Why have you hidden from ...
... dear maiden ? He who has cradled you in his arms , who has seen you grow up , and for your sake has never wished to leave Sansouire - he who has loved none but you , has claims on your confidence and affection . Why have you hidden from ...
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... dear little damsel has given her heart to the herdsman Bamboche . " Some minutes elapsed before the old salter , surprised by this news , could utter a word ; then raising herself up , and clasping convul- sively the arm of Alabert ...
... dear little damsel has given her heart to the herdsman Bamboche . " Some minutes elapsed before the old salter , surprised by this news , could utter a word ; then raising herself up , and clasping convul- sively the arm of Alabert ...
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Page 359 - SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night, For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd...
Page 359 - Not, that he may not here Taste of the cheer : But as birds drink, and straight lift up their head ; So must he sip, and think Of better drink He may attain to, after he is dead.
Page 356 - Ferrar, and tell him he shall find in it a picture of the many spiritual conflicts that have passed betwixt God and my soul, before I could subject mine to the will of Jesus my Master, in whose service I have now found perfect freedom...
Page 228 - I have often told you, that though ready to obey you, I yet should leave my little fortune behind with reluctance. The greatest part of it was left me by my uncle, the India Director, and chiefly consists in jewels.
Page 76 - Certainly a man has a right to do what he likes with his own, but then every man who does so must make up his mind to certain little penalties.
Page 224 - Male or Female, (other than the Issue of Princesses who have married, or may hereafter marry into Foreign Families) shall be capable of contracting Matrimony without the previous Consent of His Majesty, his Heirs or Successors, signified under the Great Seal, and declared in Council...
Page 358 - Sir, said she, Tell me, I pray, whose hands are those ? But thou shalt answer, Lord, for me. Then Money came, and chinking still, What tune is this, poor man ? said he : I heard in Music you had skill: But thou shalt answer, Lord, for me.
Page 242 - ENOUGH ! we're tired, my heart and I. We sit beside the headstone thus, And wish that name were carved for us. The moss reprints more tenderly The hard types of the mason's knife, As heaven's sweet life renews earth's life With which we're tired, my heart and I, You see we're tired, my heart and I.
Page 470 - In traversing that county one will discover numerous farmhouses, once the abode of industrious and intelligent freemen, now occupied by slaves, or tenantless, deserted, and dilapidated ; he will observe fields, once fertile, now unfenced, abandoned, and covered with those evil harbingers — fox-tail and broom-sedge ; he will see the moss growing on the mouldering walls of once thrifty villages ; and will find ' one only master grasps the whole domain ' that once furnished happy homes for a dozen...
Page 356 - ... enough* and that was dead. Nothing could seem too rich to clothe the sun, Much less those joys which trample on his head. As flames do work and wind, when they ascend ; So did I weave myself into the sense. But while I bustled, I might hear a friend Whisper, " How wide is all this long pretence! " There is in love a sweetness ready penned : " Copy out only that, and save expense.