Every Saturday: A Journal of Choice Reading, Volume 1Ticknor and Fields., 1866 |
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... hope for a level in her not much short of her father's . Thus , for ex- ample , there is a courage in the following announce- ment of truth in a poem on " Hofer " that makes us look almost as high for her in the future , on this side of ...
... hope for a level in her not much short of her father's . Thus , for ex- ample , there is a courage in the following announce- ment of truth in a poem on " Hofer " that makes us look almost as high for her in the future , on this side of ...
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... hope ; the echo , the re - relations with it in daily life , put it upon its de- fraction , the resonance , the reduplications of joy ? Let spirit star the dome VOL . I. ] A Journal of Choice Beading ,. Of flesh , that flesh may miss no ...
... hope ; the echo , the re - relations with it in daily life , put it upon its de- fraction , the resonance , the reduplications of joy ? Let spirit star the dome VOL . I. ] A Journal of Choice Beading ,. Of flesh , that flesh may miss no ...
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... Hope sang on the sunny slope of life's hill as you ascended ; she is busily singing the old song in the ears of a new generation , - but you have passed out of the reach of her voice . You have tried your strength : you have learned ...
... Hope sang on the sunny slope of life's hill as you ascended ; she is busily singing the old song in the ears of a new generation , - but you have passed out of the reach of her voice . You have tried your strength : you have learned ...
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... hope . With a caressing word I drew her to me : she leant her forehead against my arm a moment , then- " Harold wants to see you ; Harold wants to thank you , " she said , in a scarcely audible voice . have clutched so close , and never ...
... hope . With a caressing word I drew her to me : she leant her forehead against my arm a moment , then- " Harold wants to see you ; Harold wants to thank you , " she said , in a scarcely audible voice . have clutched so close , and never ...
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... hope . " If only I had known of all this sooner ! " I thought , as I looked at the miserable room , and thought of my idle hundreds and thousands . When , by and by , Ruth for a brief while absent , -a woman living in the rooms below ...
... hope . " If only I had known of all this sooner ! " I thought , as I looked at the miserable room , and thought of my idle hundreds and thousands . When , by and by , Ruth for a brief while absent , -a woman living in the rooms below ...
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Page 254 - 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 188 - 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 279 - 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 255 - 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 256 - 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 351 - 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 254 - 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 221 - 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 73 - 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,...