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... Talking of a century , the only consolation I can see in the whole affair is , that it will be all the same a hundred years hence . " In the " I don't admit that . history of human sorrow and happi- ness , one page will read differently ...
... Talking of a century , the only consolation I can see in the whole affair is , that it will be all the same a hundred years hence . " In the " I don't admit that . history of human sorrow and happi- ness , one page will read differently ...
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... talk with you before I see the others . " " You frighten me , dearest ! what is it ? " " Don't be frightened ; there is nothing alarming , " said Bertrand , with a laugh ; " but suppose we go out together to some quiet place , where we ...
... talk with you before I see the others . " " You frighten me , dearest ! what is it ? " " Don't be frightened ; there is nothing alarming , " said Bertrand , with a laugh ; " but suppose we go out together to some quiet place , where we ...
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... talk of lovers was barred to him , for that would have at once brought him up to the subject he wished to reach , and was doing his best to avoid . Eila , accustomed to his wild and fervid declarations and demonstra- tions of love ...
... talk of lovers was barred to him , for that would have at once brought him up to the subject he wished to reach , and was doing his best to avoid . Eila , accustomed to his wild and fervid declarations and demonstra- tions of love ...
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... talk seriously in this way . " " It is not so , Bertrand ; it is be- cause my love is so deep and true that I can talk so , and that I will not lay on your love a burden so grievous to be borne . No , you must write to your uncle and ...
... talk seriously in this way . " " It is not so , Bertrand ; it is be- cause my love is so deep and true that I can talk so , and that I will not lay on your love a burden so grievous to be borne . No , you must write to your uncle and ...
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... talk of Progress . For he who urges or announces Progress will be met by the ques- tion , Progress to what ? What is the goal to be reached ? To this question he must have some answer . He must at least foreshadow to him- self one or ...
... talk of Progress . For he who urges or announces Progress will be met by the ques- tion , Progress to what ? What is the goal to be reached ? To this question he must have some answer . He must at least foreshadow to him- self one or ...
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Página 320 - All things that love the sun are out of doors; The sky rejoices in the morning's birth ; The grass is bright with rain-drops; — on the moors The hare is running races in her mirth ; And with her feet she from the plashy earth Raises a mist, that, glittering in the sun, Runs with her all the way, wherever she doth run.
Página 307 - ... feeling analogous to the supernatural by awakening the mind's attention from the lethargy of custom, and directing it to the loveliness and the wonders of the world before us — an inexhaustible treasure, but for which, in consequence of the film of familiarity and selfish solicitude, we have eyes yet see not, ears that hear not, and hearts that neither feel nor understand.
Página 321 - LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING. 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.
Página 425 - It was August the third, And quite soft was the skies; Which it might be inferred That Ah Sin was likewise; Yet he played it that day upon William And me in a way I despise. Which we had a small game, And Ah Sin took a hand; It was euchre — the same He did not understand ; But he smiled as he sat by the table With the smile that was childlike and bland.
Página 561 - In the one the incidents and agents were to be, in part at least, supernatural ; and the excellence aimed at was to consist in the interesting of the affections by the dramatic truth of such emotions as would naturally accompany such situations, supposing them real.
Página 569 - And see! the lady Christabel Gathers herself from out her trance; Her limbs relax, her countenance Grows sad and soft; the smooth thin lids Close o'er her eyes; and tears she sheds — Large tears that leave the lashes bright!
Página 321 - 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. Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes.
Página 300 - Not in Utopia, — subterranean fields, — Or some secreted island, Heaven knows where! But in the very world, which is the world Of all of us, — the place where, in the end, We find our happiness, or not at all...
Página 563 - Lyrical Ballads, in which it was agreed that my endeavours should be directed to persons and characters supernatural, or at least romantic — yet so as to transfer from our inward nature a human interest and a semblance of truth sufficient to procure for these shadows of imagination that willing suspension of disbelief, for the moment, which constitutes poetic faith.
Página 751 - Life's night begins : let him never come back to us ! There would be doubt, hesitation and pain, Forced praise on our part — the glimmer of twilight, Never glad confident morning again...