My Study WindowsSampson Low, Marston, Searle & Rivington, 1876 - 433 Seiten |
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... tells me he is stealing my lettuce - seeds . I know not what the experience of others may have been , but the only bird I have ever heard sing in the night has been the chip - bird . I should say he sang about 18 MY GARDEN ACQUAINTANCE .
... tells me he is stealing my lettuce - seeds . I know not what the experience of others may have been , but the only bird I have ever heard sing in the night has been the chip - bird . I should say he sang about 18 MY GARDEN ACQUAINTANCE .
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... tell about him . He is so familiar as often to pursue a fly through the open window into my library . There is something inexpressibly dear to me in these old friendships of a lifetime . There is scarce a tree of mine but has had , at ...
... tell about him . He is so familiar as often to pursue a fly through the open window into my library . There is something inexpressibly dear to me in these old friendships of a lifetime . There is scarce a tree of mine but has had , at ...
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... tell us , too , how the " Housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace , enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm . " They are all in a tale . It is always the tristis Hiems of Virgil . Catch one of them having a kind word for old Barbe ...
... tell us , too , how the " Housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace , enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm . " They are all in a tale . It is always the tristis Hiems of Virgil . Catch one of them having a kind word for old Barbe ...
Seite 43
... he speaks of the " whirling drift , " and tells how " Chanticleer Shook off the powthery snaw . " But the damper and more deliberate falls have a choice knack at draping the trees ; and about eaves or A GOOD WORD FOR WINTER . 43.
... he speaks of the " whirling drift , " and tells how " Chanticleer Shook off the powthery snaw . " But the damper and more deliberate falls have a choice knack at draping the trees ; and about eaves or A GOOD WORD FOR WINTER . 43.
Seite 57
... tells us that we change our substance , not every seven years , as was once believed , but with every breath we draw . Why had I not the wit to avail myself of the subterfuge , and , like Peter , to renounce my identity , especially ...
... tells us that we change our substance , not every seven years , as was once believed , but with every breath we draw . Why had I not the wit to avail myself of the subterfuge , and , like Peter , to renounce my identity , especially ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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Beliebte Passagen
Seite 417 - Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish, or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurled, And now a bubble burst, and now a world.
Seite 422 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer ; Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault, and hesitate dislike...
Seite 422 - Peace to all such ! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease : Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
Seite 422 - Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause; While wits and Templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise — Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers load, On wings of winds came flying all abroad?
Seite 419 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent; Spreads undivided, operates unspent! Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect in vile Man that mourns, As the rapt Seraph that adores and burns; To him no high, no low, no great, no...
Seite 36 - Shortening his journey between morn and noon, And hurrying him, impatient of his stay, Down to the rosy west ; but kindly still Compensating...
Seite 417 - The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed today, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Seite 417 - Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below?
Seite 236 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights, Then in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
Seite 418 - Where slaves once more their native land behold, No fiends torment, no Christians thirst for gold. To Be, contents his natural desire, He asks no Angel's wing, no Seraph's fire; But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company.