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Pagina 2
... look for my mother's ghost Where the ghostly moonlight shone . My friends had failed one by one , Middle - aged , young , and old , Till the ghosts were warmer to me Than my friends that had grown so cold . I looked and I saw the ghosts ...
... look for my mother's ghost Where the ghostly moonlight shone . My friends had failed one by one , Middle - aged , young , and old , Till the ghosts were warmer to me Than my friends that had grown so cold . I looked and I saw the ghosts ...
Pagina 13
... look at him with some atten- tion . " I beg your pardon , " she said ; " I hope I conveyed no disgrace in calling you a workman . " " None , mademoiselle . I am a careful man in my work . " As he turned to look at the clock , the young ...
... look at him with some atten- tion . " I beg your pardon , " she said ; " I hope I conveyed no disgrace in calling you a workman . " " None , mademoiselle . I am a careful man in my work . " As he turned to look at the clock , the young ...
Pagina 15
... look ; " there is the fault . Nothing is broken ; only that pin has worn so thin that the wheel lies heavy on its centre , and stops the movement . If this clock were life , and that pin were hope , you might see how worn- out hope ...
... look ; " there is the fault . Nothing is broken ; only that pin has worn so thin that the wheel lies heavy on its centre , and stops the movement . If this clock were life , and that pin were hope , you might see how worn- out hope ...
Pagina 16
... Look how the very back of the case , against the wall , is carved with an exquisite pattern , and the top also . There is no part but is decorated with skill and care , although in a place hidden from the eye . What a pang it must have ...
... Look how the very back of the case , against the wall , is carved with an exquisite pattern , and the top also . There is no part but is decorated with skill and care , although in a place hidden from the eye . What a pang it must have ...
Pagina 20
... Look at my eyes , " she said , setting herself before him . " I have not slept . " " Why ? What have you to do with love tales dead and gone ? " " As much as you have to do with ancient clocks . You speak worship- fully of clocks ...
... Look at my eyes , " she said , setting herself before him . " I have not slept . " " Why ? What have you to do with love tales dead and gone ? " " As much as you have to do with ancient clocks . You speak worship- fully of clocks ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 144 - Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide: To lose good days, that might be better spent; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow; To feed on hope, to pine with fear and sorrow; To have thy prince's grace, yet want her peers...
Pagina 284 - Restraining prayer, we cease to fight . Prayer makes the Christian's armour bright ; And Satan trembles when he sees The weakest saint upon his knees.
Pagina 141 - I gained gifts and goodly grace Of that great lord, which therein wont to dwell, Whose want too well now feels my friendless case; But ah!
Pagina 345 - ... Gay raiment, sparkling gauds, elation strong. A prop gave way ! crash fell a platform ! lo, 'Mid struggling sufferers, hurt to death, she lay ! Shuddering, they drew her garments off — and found A robe of sackcloth next the smooth, white skin. Such, poets, is your bride, the Muse ! young, gay, Radiant, adorn'd outside ; a hidden ground Of thought and of austerity within.
Pagina 408 - O Lord, thou knowest how busy I must be this day. If I forget thee, do not thou forget me.
Pagina 589 - The moving Moon went up the sky, And nowhere did abide; Softly she was going up, And a star or two beside...
Pagina 516 - Here Reynolds is laid, and to tell you my mind, He has not left a wiser or better behind. His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand ; His manners were gentle, complying, and bland ; Still born to improve us in every part, His pencil our faces, his manners our heart. To coxcombs averse, yet most civilly steering, When they judged without skill he was still hard of hearing : When they talked of their Raphaels, Correggios, and stuff, He shifted his trumpet and only took snuff.
Pagina 585 - ... in the full blaze of his majesty, up rose the sun; than which one object alone -in this lower creation could be more glorious, and that Mr. Allworthy himself presented, — a human being replete with benevolence, meditating in what manner he might render himself most acceptable to his Creator, by doing most good to his creatures.
Pagina 477 - But it may be that I shall leave a name sometimes remembered with expressions of goodwill in the abodes of those whose lot it is to labour and to earn their daily bread by the sweat of their brow, when they shall recruit their exhausted strength with abundant and untaxed food, the sweeter because it is no longer leavened by a sense of injustice.
Pagina 515 - Cripplegate mould. Coleridge is just dead, having lived just long enough to close the eyes of Wordsworth, who paid the debt to nature but a week or two before — poor Col., but two days before he died, he wrote to a bookseller proposing an epic poem on the " Wanderings of Cain,