Littell's Living Age, Bind 206Living Age Company, Incorporated, 1895 |
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Side 6
... eyes ; She blusht ; and blushing plunged into the wave . To any one but the British matron , this must appear a very charming picture , drawn with all the grace and simplicity of Greek art . " Gebir " descends to the infernal regions ...
... eyes ; She blusht ; and blushing plunged into the wave . To any one but the British matron , this must appear a very charming picture , drawn with all the grace and simplicity of Greek art . " Gebir " descends to the infernal regions ...
Side 12
... eyes , " observed the plain young woman quietly . Her companion nodded . gown , " she added indifferently . " Actress ? " 66 " Pretty American , I should think . " Their friendly interest was not recip- rocated . Under ordinary ...
... eyes , " observed the plain young woman quietly . Her companion nodded . gown , " she added indifferently . " Actress ? " 66 " Pretty American , I should think . " Their friendly interest was not recip- rocated . Under ordinary ...
Side 13
... eye fell for the first time on a pair of long white hands , blazing with diamonds and emeralds . To her " I wonder , " she mused , as she inexperienced eyes the jewels seemed priceless , and a pang of something like | I A Great Gulf . 13.
... eye fell for the first time on a pair of long white hands , blazing with diamonds and emeralds . To her " I wonder , " she mused , as she inexperienced eyes the jewels seemed priceless , and a pang of something like | I A Great Gulf . 13.
Side 20
... eyes were strangely bright , and the muscles of the lovely face quivered in pathetic self - revelation . " I thought it was you , " she said eagerly , as though they had only parted the day before . " I saw you come , and during the ...
... eyes were strangely bright , and the muscles of the lovely face quivered in pathetic self - revelation . " I thought it was you , " she said eagerly , as though they had only parted the day before . " I saw you come , and during the ...
Side 21
... eyes , and then continued boldly , " Were you ever married and then in love ? " For the first time the young woman's eye fell on the plain gold circlet which had replaced some of the flashing gems . " I did not know , " she said weakly ...
... eyes , and then continued boldly , " Were you ever married and then in love ? " For the first time the young woman's eye fell on the plain gold circlet which had replaced some of the flashing gems . " I did not know , " she said weakly ...
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Side 350 - And so beside the Silent Sea I wait the muffled oar ; No harm from Him can come to me On ocean or on shore. I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air ; I only know I cannot drift Beyond His love and care.
Side 122 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear: If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, • Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.
Side 124 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Side 13 - I STROVE with none, for none was worth my strife; Nature I loved, and next to Nature, Art; I warmed both hands before the fire of life; It sinks, and I am ready to depart.
Side 125 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown : Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn ; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Side 124 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Side 125 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!
Side 10 - There are no fields of amaranth on this side of the grave; there are no voices, O Rhodope, that are not soon mute, however tuneful; there is no name, with whatever emphasis of passionate love repeated, of which the echo is not faint at last.
Side 514 - Yestreen when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw : Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, 1 sigh'd, and said amang them a',
Side 123 - As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?