FrederickMacmillan and Company, 1895 - 251 páginas |
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Página 46 - I love to look on a scene like this, Of wild and careless play. And persuade myself that I am not old And my locks are not yet gray ; For it stirs the blood in an old man's heart, And makes his pulses fly, To catch the thrill of a happy voice, And the light of a pleasant eye. I have...
Página 248 - It is a study of the inner workings of the human heart, and if the motives of a soul were ever laid bare, it has been done in ' The Wings of Icarus.' ... A good story, told in an intensely natural and interesting manner." — Providence News. *' In ' The Wings of Icarus,' Laurence Alma Tadema has given us a book which, for its literary excellence and for its exquisite pen coloring and finish in every detail, is as artistic a piece of work as ever her distinguished father has produced with his brush."...
Página 246 - A LOST ENDEAVOUR. BY GUY BOOTHBY, AUTHOR OF " A BID FOR FORTUNE," ETC. ILLUSTRATED BY STANLEY L. WOOD. i6mo. Cloth. 75 cents. Mr. Boothby is rapidly winning a name and a place for himself as a writer of stories full of the magic of the Pacific. " It is full of the dramatic spirit, no less in its language than its character, its action equally with both. The author has shown that he is the possessor...
Página 137 - Our morning's a round of good-humoured delight, And we rattle, in comfort, to pleasure at night. In the country, how sprightly our visits we make Through ten miles of mud, for Formality's sake ! With the coachman in drink, and the moon in a fog, And no thought in our head but a ditch or a bog.
Página 226 - I stayed, forgive the crime, — Unheeded flew the hours; How noiseless falls the foot of Time That only treads on flowers!
Página 92 - Why as to reforming, Sir Peter, I'll make no promises, and that I take to be a proof that I intend to set about it But here shall be my monitor — my gentle guide. — Ah ! can I leave the virtuous path those eyes illumine?
Página 23 - ... two ingredients, an undervaluing of a man upon a belief of his utter uselessness and inability, and a spiteful endeavour to engage the rest of the world in the same belief and slight esteem of him.
Página 245 - The reader who does not heartily laugh to see the predicament in which Mr. Anstey has placed a score or more people has certainly no sense of humor." — Boston Daily Advertiser, " Mr. Anstey has surpassed himself in ' Lyre and Lancet.' The delightful comedy of a night and a day. . . . There is no need to reveal the plot of this diverting tale. . . . Mr. Anstey subdues the element of broad farce, and gives us instead one of the brightest and most entertaining bits of comedy we have had for many a...
Página 245 - The situations are so funny, and the talk so bright, that it is easy to recognize the light and gifted pen of the author of ' Vice Versa.' The book sparkles from cover to cover." — Boston Courier. "The reader who does not heartily laugh to see the predicament in which Mr. Anstey has placed a score or more people has certainly no sense of humor.
Página 148 - For me her favor glorifies the land. What if the Winter chase the Summer bland ! The gold sun in her hair burns ever bright. If she be sad, straightway all joy is banned; Her anger darkens all the cheerful light. Come weal or woe, I am my lady's knight And in her service every ill withstand; Love is my Lord in all the world's despite And holdeth in the hollow of his hand My day and night. John Payne [fl. 1770-1800] "MY LOVE SHE'S BUT A LASSIE YET" MY love she's but a lassie yet, A lightsome lovely...