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Pagina 166
... Fiorentino . " " " And you are a soldier , doubtless , if I may judge by your exterior ? " " No ; I follow another calling . " " And what have you to communicate to me , that is of such importance ? What has brought you hither ? " " I ...
... Fiorentino . " " " And you are a soldier , doubtless , if I may judge by your exterior ? " " No ; I follow another calling . " " And what have you to communicate to me , that is of such importance ? What has brought you hither ? " " I ...
Pagina 167
... Fiorentino | hither with my poor child , and I at once took a place in their midst , enduring with imperturbable calmness the scoffing glances which were cast upon him from all sides . " Signor , I listen ! " he said to the Prince . The ...
... Fiorentino | hither with my poor child , and I at once took a place in their midst , enduring with imperturbable calmness the scoffing glances which were cast upon him from all sides . " Signor , I listen ! " he said to the Prince . The ...
Pagina 168
... Fiorentino , turning to a pretty maiden , who was seated a few paces from him , " will you refuse to assist me in this little comedy ? " " On the contrary , I will do so very will- ingly , Signor . " The sacrifice that I have to demand ...
... Fiorentino , turning to a pretty maiden , who was seated a few paces from him , " will you refuse to assist me in this little comedy ? " " On the contrary , I will do so very will- ingly , Signor . " The sacrifice that I have to demand ...
Pagina 169
... Fiorentino , and she seemed to feel a sudden agitation at the sight ; then she advanced slowly towards them , her lips smiling , her brow radiant . As soon as he saw her ap- proach , Fiorentino half leaned his head upon the lap of the ...
... Fiorentino , and she seemed to feel a sudden agitation at the sight ; then she advanced slowly towards them , her lips smiling , her brow radiant . As soon as he saw her ap- proach , Fiorentino half leaned his head upon the lap of the ...
Pagina 170
... Fiorentino ? " said Giulia . " No , no , it was the Captain - the Captain Hector Fiaramonti ; you were married , and you were very unhappy - yes , very unhap- py ! " she murmured in a dreamy tone . And she sank into a profound revery ...
... Fiorentino ? " said Giulia . " No , no , it was the Captain - the Captain Hector Fiaramonti ; you were married , and you were very unhappy - yes , very unhap- py ! " she murmured in a dreamy tone . And she sank into a profound revery ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 71 - For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue.
Pagina 459 - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right ; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! — and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
Pagina 422 - Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken — The ice was all between. The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around: It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, Like noises in a swound!
Pagina 171 - ... it is of infinite moment that you should properly estimate the immense value of your national Union to your collective and individual happiness...
Pagina 285 - The world can never give The bliss for which we sigh ; 'Tis not the whole of life to live, Nor all of death to die.
Pagina 71 - For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days, And their glad animal movements all gone by) To me was all in all. — I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite ; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Pagina 76 - The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Pagina 510 - Almighty hath not built Here for his envy, will not drive us hence : Here we may reign secure, and in my choice To reign is worth ambition, though in hell : Better to reign in hell, than serve in heaven.
Pagina 31 - In the same pious confidence, beside her friend and sister, here sleep the remains of Dorothy Gray, widow, the careful, tender mother of many children, one of whom alone had the misfortune to survive her.
Pagina 220 - But to her heart, her heart was voluble, Paining with eloquence her balmy side; As though a tongueless nightingale should swell Her throat in vain, and die, heart-stifled, in her dell.