The Living Age, Band 124E. Littell & Company, 1875 |
Im Buch
Ergebnisse 1-5 von 80
Seite 3
... the writer extended , true . Mr. Greville's own position , partly from the nature of the permanent office he held in the Privy Council , and partly from his personal intimacies with men of very THE JOURNAL OF MR . CHARLES GREVILLE . 3.
... the writer extended , true . Mr. Greville's own position , partly from the nature of the permanent office he held in the Privy Council , and partly from his personal intimacies with men of very THE JOURNAL OF MR . CHARLES GREVILLE . 3.
Seite 34
... nature monplace . But excellent as are the de- mourn in sober colours . Nature has her tails , it is all repetition or echo ; only bright and gaudy side as well as her there is something of his own in the mists and moonshine , and art ...
... nature monplace . But excellent as are the de- mourn in sober colours . Nature has her tails , it is all repetition or echo ; only bright and gaudy side as well as her there is something of his own in the mists and moonshine , and art ...
Seite 36
... nature never forget that the smell of death is in all her sweetness , and that the grey decay of her softer moods more truly expresses her to the feeling mind than the garish gold of summer . I think that I have said enough to indi ...
... nature never forget that the smell of death is in all her sweetness , and that the grey decay of her softer moods more truly expresses her to the feeling mind than the garish gold of summer . I think that I have said enough to indi ...
Seite 37
... nature , or the approach of death in a strange garb . It matters not . The su- preme moment of terror , when the scalp lifts like the lining of a hat , when a man is clothed from head to foot in a raiment of " goose - skin , " when the ...
... nature , or the approach of death in a strange garb . It matters not . The su- preme moment of terror , when the scalp lifts like the lining of a hat , when a man is clothed from head to foot in a raiment of " goose - skin , " when the ...
Seite 38
... nature , which she never walks with a shuffling , shambling gait , wholly intermits in her most silent and for him the tripping levity of these watches , and which one hears and hears not , there was perfect quiet . larity and firmness ...
... nature , which she never walks with a shuffling , shambling gait , wholly intermits in her most silent and for him the tripping levity of these watches , and which one hears and hears not , there was perfect quiet . larity and firmness ...
Andere Ausgaben - Alle anzeigen
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
appeared asked become believe body brought called carried cause character Charles close comes course death doubt England English eyes face fact father feel felt give given half hand head heart hope interest Italy keep kind king knew known lady least leave less letter light live look Lord matter means ment mind Miss moon mother nature never night observed once passed perhaps person picture poor present question reason regard remarkable round seems seen sense side speak spirit stand strange suppose sure talk tell things thought tion told took true turned whole wish write young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 376 - And they took the thirty pieces of silver, the price of him that was valued, whom they of the children of Israel did value; 10. And gave them for the potter's field, as the Lord appointed me.
Seite 53 - I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou shouldst lead me on; I loved to choose and see my path; but now lead thou me on. I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, pride ruled my will: remember not past years.
Seite 263 - The Bucentaur lies rotting unrestored, Neglected garment of her widowhood ! St. Mark yet sees his lion where he stood Stand, but in mockery of his...
Seite 450 - Till I the prince of love beheld, Who in the sunny beams did glide! He shew'd me lilies for my hair, And blushing roses for my brow; He led me through his gardens fair Where all his golden pleasures grow. With sweet May dews my wings were wet, And Phoebus fir'd my vocal rage; He caught me in his silken net, And shut me in his golden cage.
Seite 450 - He led me through his gardens fair, Where all his golden pleasures grow. With sweet May dews my wings were wet, And Phoebus fired my vocal rage; He caught me in his silken net, And shut me in his golden cage. He loves to sit and hear me sing; Then, laughing, sports and plays with me; Then stretches out my golden wing, And mocks my loss of liberty.
Seite 393 - There is Lowell, who's striving Parnassus to climb With a whole bale of isms tied together with rhyme, He might get on alone, spite of brambles and boulders, But he can't with that bundle he has on his shoulders, The top of the hill he will ne'er come nigh reaching Till he learns the distinction 'twixt singing and preaching...
Seite 139 - ... intolerance or bigotry of any kind, but with the enlightened recognition that ultimate fixity of conception is here unattainable, and that each succeeding age must be held free to fashion the mystery in accordance with its own needs — then...
Seite 376 - Then Judas, which had betrayed Him. when he saw that He was condemned, repented himself, and brought again the thirty pieces of silver to the chief priests and elders, saying, I have sinned in that I have betrayed the innocent blood. And they said, What is that to us? see thou to that. And he cast down the pieces of silver in the temple, and departed, and went and hanged himself.
Seite 441 - Render therefore to all their dues : tribute to whom tribute is due ; custom to whom custom; fear to whom fear ; honour to whom honour.
Seite 202 - THE FAMILY NAME. What reason first imposed thee, gentle name, Name that my father bore, and his sire's sire, Without reproach? we trace our stream no higher; And I, a childless man, may end the same. Perchance some shepherd on Lincolnian plains, In manners guileless as his own sweet flocks, Received thee first amid the merry mocks And arch allusions of his fellow swains.