The Living Age, Volume 263Living Age Company, 1909 |
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... seen Scotland for many a year ; he was a rich man : the dying woman within there was his only tie to the east . Were she dead- and her death , as he sorrowfully rec- ognized , was but a matter of hours now - he would consider matters ...
... seen Scotland for many a year ; he was a rich man : the dying woman within there was his only tie to the east . Were she dead- and her death , as he sorrowfully rec- ognized , was but a matter of hours now - he would consider matters ...
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... seen alive again . The man had cried in vain for help to the fleet upon the station , had appealed to the authorities at Home ; but England was far and the Governors slow . He was in his enemies ' hands the while : they were playing for ...
... seen alive again . The man had cried in vain for help to the fleet upon the station , had appealed to the authorities at Home ; but England was far and the Governors slow . He was in his enemies ' hands the while : they were playing for ...
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... seen at his best at His Excellency's table later . A quiet af- ternoon in quarters would have been more to his mind ; but this was a man who , from the day upon which he had landed in India , had never spared him- self , who had always ...
... seen at his best at His Excellency's table later . A quiet af- ternoon in quarters would have been more to his mind ; but this was a man who , from the day upon which he had landed in India , had never spared him- self , who had always ...
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... seen his mess out and was the doyen of the garrison , well thought of by the lead- ing natives , and held to possess the best heart , the clearest head , and the cleanest sheet in Fort George . to Hence , since everything comes him who ...
... seen his mess out and was the doyen of the garrison , well thought of by the lead- ing natives , and held to possess the best heart , the clearest head , and the cleanest sheet in Fort George . to Hence , since everything comes him who ...
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... seen no opening yet . Fletcher ran on , edging nearer : there was more to come . His eye twinkled as if he had perpe- trated a joke ; he emitted small humor- ous sounds and indulged in grotesque facial contortions whilst loosing at in ...
... seen no opening yet . Fletcher ran on , edging nearer : there was more to come . His eye twinkled as if he had perpe- trated a joke ; he emitted small humor- ous sounds and indulged in grotesque facial contortions whilst loosing at in ...
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Page 162 - Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife ! To all the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life Is worth an age without a name.
Page 483 - O WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill...
Page 614 - I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided, and that is the lamp of experience. I know of no way of judging of the future but by the past.
Page 481 - To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Page 229 - The Ball no question makes of Ayes and Noes, But Here or There as strikes the Player goes; And He that toss'd you down into the Field, He knows about it all — HE knows — HE knows!
Page 294 - They precisely suit my taste, - solid and substantial, written on the strength of beef and through the inspiration of ale, and just as real as if some giant had hewn a great lump out of the earth and put it under a glass case, with all its inhabitants going about their daily business, and not suspecting that they were being made a show of.
Page 163 - How high they soar'd above the crowd ! Theirs was no common party race, Jostling by dark intrigue for place ; Like fabled Gods, their mighty war Shook realms and nations in its jar ; Beneath each banner proud to stand, Look'd up the noblest of the land, Till through the British world were known The names of PITT and Fox alone.
Page 530 - ... their aimless courses, their random achievements and acquirements, the impotent conclusion of longstanding facts, the tokens so faint and broken of a superintending design, the blind evolution of what turn out to be great powers or truths, the progress of things, as if from unreasoning elements, not towards final causes, the greatness and littleness of man, his farreaching aims, his short duration, the curtain hung over his futurity, the disappointments of life, the defeat of good, the success...
Page 162 - Clair. There are twenty of Roslin's barons bold Lie buried within that proud chapelle; Each one the holy vault doth hold— But the sea holds lovely Rosabelle. And each St Clair was buried there, With candle, with book, and with knell ; But the sea-caves rung, and the wild winds sung, The dirge of lovely Rosabelle ! XXIV.
Page 635 - Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good folk, Trooping all together; Green jacket, red cap, And white owl's feather!