Littell's Living Age, Volume 175Living Age Company Incorporated, 1887 - American periodicals |
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... light on one an- other . The first is M. Renan's " Souve- nirs d'enfance et de jeunesse , " in which he gives us , with characteristic grace and insolence , with an unfailing power of at- traction and of repulsion , his account of the ...
... light on one an- other . The first is M. Renan's " Souve- nirs d'enfance et de jeunesse , " in which he gives us , with characteristic grace and insolence , with an unfailing power of at- traction and of repulsion , his account of the ...
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... light still burning in the inner room , but on the threshold paused , - it was an almost unconscious habit , and met the eyes of the picture looking down upon her ; the familiar picture - the tall figure in its rich dark dress , the ...
... light still burning in the inner room , but on the threshold paused , - it was an almost unconscious habit , and met the eyes of the picture looking down upon her ; the familiar picture - the tall figure in its rich dark dress , the ...
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... light and looked around . - he was a young man ; it was painted by a friend of his . " She waited also , having spoken , as if hoping or expecting something further ; but when the girl next spoke she had drifted into another subject ...
... light and looked around . - he was a young man ; it was painted by a friend of his . " She waited also , having spoken , as if hoping or expecting something further ; but when the girl next spoke she had drifted into another subject ...
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... light of these past months , what a. tears were in her eyes , but they did not fall . He perhaps noted it , for " There is no use paining you , " he said . Forget what you have heard . This has been my sister's home for years ; share it ...
... light of these past months , what a. tears were in her eyes , but they did not fall . He perhaps noted it , for " There is no use paining you , " he said . Forget what you have heard . This has been my sister's home for years ; share it ...
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... light the other on her way ; but , hidden by a turn in the staircase , Margaret paused and sighed as she heard the unaccustomed sound of the key being turned in the door of the room she had left . Left to herself , Leigh blew out the light ...
... light the other on her way ; but , hidden by a turn in the staircase , Margaret paused and sighed as she heard the unaccustomed sound of the key being turned in the door of the room she had left . Left to herself , Leigh blew out the light ...
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Page 288 - Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard-lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.
Page 297 - This view, most popular at the end of the last and the beginning of this century and coinciding with the golden age of natural sciences, found its strongest support among biologists.
Page 287 - Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair! Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love!
Page 463 - I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom...
Page 262 - Tous les grands divertissements sont dangereux pour la vie chrétienne ; mais entre tous ceux que le monde a inventés, il n'y en a point qui soit plus à craindre que la comédie. C'est une représentation si naturelle et si délicate des passions, qu'elle les émeut et les fait naître dans notre cœur, et surtout celle de l'amour, principalement lorsqu'on le représente fort chaste et fort honnête.
Page 287 - Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; Not to the sensual ear, but, more endeared, Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone...
Page 281 - GREAT spirits now on earth are sojourning ; He of the cloud, the cataract, the lake, Who on Helvellyn's summit, wide awake, Catches his freshness from Archangel's wing : He of the rose, the violet, the spring, The social smile, the chain for Freedom's sake : And lo!
Page 281 - An endless fountain of immortal drink, Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink. Nor do we merely feel these essences For one short hour ; no, even as the trees That whisper round a temple become soon Dear as the temple's self, so does the moon, The passion poesy, glories infinite, Haunt us till they become a cheering light Unto our souls, and bound to us so fast, That, whether there be shine or gloom o'ercast, They always must be with us or we die.
Page 91 - Be Yarrow Stream unseen, unknown ! It must, or we shall rue it : We have a vision of our own ; Ah I why should we undo it ? The treasured dreams of times long past, We'll keep them, winsome Marrow ! For when we're there, although 'tis fair, 'Twill be another Yarrow.
Page 56 - The One remains, the many change and pass; Heaven's light forever shines, Earth's shadows fly ; Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, Stains the white radiance of Eternity, Until Death tramples it to fragments.