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... turned his back on the biography of Walter Savage Lan- the paternal home " forever , " before dor . The most exacting reader must he had reached the age of twenty . Yet admit that Mr. Forster had a very good he was capable of great ...
... turned his back on the biography of Walter Savage Lan- the paternal home " forever , " before dor . The most exacting reader must he had reached the age of twenty . Yet admit that Mr. Forster had a very good he was capable of great ...
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... turned all his energy into this direction , and early in 1822 had completed fifteen " Conversations . " These he sent off to Longmans ' for publication . Some unaccountable delay in the delivery of the parcel caused him dire anxiety ...
... turned all his energy into this direction , and early in 1822 had completed fifteen " Conversations . " These he sent off to Longmans ' for publication . Some unaccountable delay in the delivery of the parcel caused him dire anxiety ...
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... turning feebly to the mirror , the first time in my life , too ! And I do believe , " she added resentfully , “ you have been ... turned to leave the saloon ; but a few minutes later , when she entered the dining - car on the train , the ...
... turning feebly to the mirror , the first time in my life , too ! And I do believe , " she added resentfully , “ you have been ... turned to leave the saloon ; but a few minutes later , when she entered the dining - car on the train , the ...
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... turned to look up . iniquities : the chastisement of our " You are tired to - night , Fred , and no peace was upon him ; and with His wonder . Go home . " stripes we are healed . ' " " Will you come for a walk again to- |. " Don't go ...
... turned to look up . iniquities : the chastisement of our " You are tired to - night , Fred , and no peace was upon him ; and with His wonder . Go home . " stripes we are healed . ' " " Will you come for a walk again to- |. " Don't go ...
Side 20
... turned on her compan- ion with a quick , suspicious glance ; but the plain face was very grave , very sympathetic , nothing more . " Not to - night , I think , thank you . " " Oh , but you must ! I want to talk I must have some one . Do ...
... turned on her compan- ion with a quick , suspicious glance ; but the plain face was very grave , very sympathetic , nothing more . " Not to - night , I think , thank you . " " Oh , but you must ! I want to talk I must have some one . Do ...
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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?