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Pagina 28
... told me the enemy had entered the town . With difficulty could I persuade myself that this was anything more than a false alarm ; but the news unfortunately proved too true . I then lost my presence of mind , and as my wife and maid ...
... told me the enemy had entered the town . With difficulty could I persuade myself that this was anything more than a false alarm ; but the news unfortunately proved too true . I then lost my presence of mind , and as my wife and maid ...
Pagina 31
... told them I had one particular friend who had escaped to the cathedral , as I conjectured , and promised them a good gratuity on his part if they saved his life . One of them accompanied by my maid - servant went to the church , and ...
... told them I had one particular friend who had escaped to the cathedral , as I conjectured , and promised them a good gratuity on his part if they saved his life . One of them accompanied by my maid - servant went to the church , and ...
Pagina 33
... told at once where we came from , where we were going , and that we were Frenchmen . Just imagine ! amongst our most mortal enemies , alone , out of our road , so far from all human succour ! and then , to omit nothing that might ruin ...
... told at once where we came from , where we were going , and that we were Frenchmen . Just imagine ! amongst our most mortal enemies , alone , out of our road , so far from all human succour ! and then , to omit nothing that might ruin ...
Pagina 41
... told me of . " Radiant sister of the day , Awake ! arise ! and come away To the wild woods and the plains , To the pools where winter rains Image all their roof of leaves ; Where the pine its garland weaves Of sapless green , and ivy ...
... told me of . " Radiant sister of the day , Awake ! arise ! and come away To the wild woods and the plains , To the pools where winter rains Image all their roof of leaves ; Where the pine its garland weaves Of sapless green , and ivy ...
Pagina 56
... told me he never liked books unless I read them to him : I will read them to him every evening ; I will open new worlds to him richer than those discovered by the Spaniard : I will conduct him to treasures , O what treasures ! On which ...
... told me he never liked books unless I read them to him : I will read them to him every evening ; I will open new worlds to him richer than those discovered by the Spaniard : I will conduct him to treasures , O what treasures ! On which ...
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Half-hours with the best authors, selected by C. Knight, Volume 1 Half hours Volledige weergave - 1856 |
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Populaire passages
Pagina 573 - O'erhang his wavy bed : Now air is hushed, save where the weak-eyed bat With short, shrill shriek, flits by on leathern wing ; Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn, As oft he rises 'midst the twilight path, Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum...
Pagina 395 - I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.
Pagina 244 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Pagina 61 - All this long eve, so balmy and serene, Have I been gazing on the western sky, And its peculiar tint of yellow green : And still I gaze — -and with how blank an eye ! And those thin clouds above, in flakes and bars, That give away their motion to the stars ; Those stars, that glide behind them or between, Now sparkling, now bedimmed, but always seen : Yon crescent Moon, as fixed as if it grew In its own cloudless, starless lake of blue ; I see them all so excellently fair, I see, not feel, how...
Pagina 227 - The Lord is the portion of mine inheritance and of my cup : thou maintainest my lot. The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places; yea, I have a goodly heritage.
Pagina 394 - Sweet air blow soft, mount larks aloft To give my Love good-morrow ! Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird, prune thy wing, nightingale sing, To give my Love good-morrow ; To give my Love good-morrow Notes from them both I'll borrow.
Pagina 240 - SPAKE full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth. by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine. Stars they are, wherein we read our history, As astrologers and seers of eld ; Yet not wrapped about with awful mystery, Like the burning stars, which they beheld.
Pagina 380 - For want of a nail the shoe was lost ; for want of a shoe the horse was lost ; and for want of a horse the rider was lost; ' being overtaken and slain by the enemy, all for want of a little care about a horse-shoe nail.
Pagina 46 - If any man among you seem to be religious, and bridleth not his tongue, but deceiveth his own heart, this man's religion is vain.
Pagina 61 - O Lady! we receive but what we give And in our life alone does Nature live: Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud! And would we aught behold of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element!