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... DEAR BERTRAND , -I duly re- ceived your letter of the 12th Sep- tember , but as the same mail brought me a communication from an indi- vidual who professes an interest in your welfare ( though he desires to remain incognito ) ...
... DEAR BERTRAND , -I duly re- ceived your letter of the 12th Sep- tember , but as the same mail brought me a communication from an indi- vidual who professes an interest in your welfare ( though he desires to remain incognito ) ...
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... dear fel- low ; if there is one thing I hate and detest , it is the smell of sul- phur , " cried Pigott , adhering to his usual system of laughing off his friend's frequent tragedies . " Silence ! " thundered Bertrand . " Well , that's ...
... dear fel- low ; if there is one thing I hate and detest , it is the smell of sul- phur , " cried Pigott , adhering to his usual system of laughing off his friend's frequent tragedies . " Silence ! " thundered Bertrand . " Well , that's ...
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... dear , no , no , no , -not at all , my dear fellow ! " cried Pigott , with unusual alacrity , sorely bely- ing his own convictions , but ap- prehensive of another scene ; " in- nocent of it as the babe unborn , of course . " 6 " Then ...
... dear , no , no , no , -not at all , my dear fellow ! " cried Pigott , with unusual alacrity , sorely bely- ing his own convictions , but ap- prehensive of another scene ; " in- nocent of it as the babe unborn , of course . " 6 " Then ...
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... Bertrand jeal- ous ; ' and I did , didn't I , dear ? " " You did , certainly . " " And when I gave the creature that flower , I thought , ' Now Ber- trand is having a hearty laugh . ' Did you 1871. ] 23 Fair to See . - Part VII .
... Bertrand jeal- ous ; ' and I did , didn't I , dear ? " " You did , certainly . " " And when I gave the creature that flower , I thought , ' Now Ber- trand is having a hearty laugh . ' Did you 1871. ] 23 Fair to See . - Part VII .
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... dear Ber- trand ! " " You will be tired ; you must rest , after all this fatigue ; and I have a great deal to say to you- something that will agitate you , per- haps ; and I should like to have a long talk with you before I see the ...
... dear Ber- trand ! " " You will be tired ; you must rest , after all this fatigue ; and I have a great deal to say to you- something that will agitate you , per- haps ; and I should like to have a long talk with you before I see the ...
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Page 320 - All things that love the sun are out of doors; The sky rejoices in the morning's birth ; The grass is bright with rain-drops; — on the moors The hare is running races in her mirth ; And with her feet she from the plashy earth Raises a mist, that, glittering in the sun, Runs with her all the way, wherever she doth run.
Page 307 - ... feeling analogous to the supernatural by awakening the mind's attention from the lethargy of custom, and directing it to the loveliness and the wonders of the world before us — an inexhaustible treasure, but for which, in consequence of the film of familiarity and selfish solicitude, we have eyes yet see not, ears that hear not, and hearts that neither feel nor understand.
Page 321 - LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING. I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.
Page 425 - It was August the third, And quite soft was the skies; Which it might be inferred That Ah Sin was likewise; Yet he played it that day upon William And me in a way I despise. Which we had a small game, And Ah Sin took a hand; It was euchre — the same He did not understand ; But he smiled as he sat by the table With the smile that was childlike and bland.
Page 561 - In the one the incidents and agents were to be, in part at least, supernatural ; and the excellence aimed at was to consist in the interesting of the affections by the dramatic truth of such emotions as would naturally accompany such situations, supposing them real.
Page 569 - And see! the lady Christabel Gathers herself from out her trance; Her limbs relax, her countenance Grows sad and soft; the smooth thin lids Close o'er her eyes; and tears she sheds — Large tears that leave the lashes bright!
Page 321 - I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes.
Page 300 - Not in Utopia, — subterranean fields, — Or some secreted island, Heaven knows where! But in the very world, which is the world Of all of us, — the place where, in the end, We find our happiness, or not at all...
Page 563 - Lyrical Ballads, in which it was agreed that my endeavours should be directed to persons and characters supernatural, or at least romantic — yet so as to transfer from our inward nature a human interest and a semblance of truth sufficient to procure for these shadows of imagination that willing suspension of disbelief, for the moment, which constitutes poetic faith.
Page 751 - Life's night begins : let him never come back to us ! There would be doubt, hesitation and pain, Forced praise on our part — the glimmer of twilight, Never glad confident morning again...