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... Strange Adventures of a Phaeton , " " " The Princess of Thule , " etc. Part VII . , · • 3 333333 • • Cornhill Magazine , 22 · • • Cornhill Magazine , · · • Temple Bar , . III . THOUGHTS OF A COUNTRY CRITIC , IV . A NIGHT TERROR IN ...
... Strange Adventures of a Phaeton , " " " The Princess of Thule , " etc. Part VII . , · • 3 333333 • • Cornhill Magazine , 22 · • • Cornhill Magazine , · · • Temple Bar , . III . THOUGHTS OF A COUNTRY CRITIC , IV . A NIGHT TERROR IN ...
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... strange phenomenon . " Where did you get it ? ” " That I am sure I have not got , " Wenna said , brightening considerably , " for the strangers who come to the inn of course don't speak to me , except one or two of the very old ladies ...
... strange phenomenon . " Where did you get it ? ” " That I am sure I have not got , " Wenna said , brightening considerably , " for the strangers who come to the inn of course don't speak to me , except one or two of the very old ladies ...
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... strange sinking at her heart . Wenna said nothing . The soft dark eyes looked a little troubled , but that was all . And presently , up came young Trelyon , full of good spirits , and poise , and bustle ; and he drove his mother and ...
... strange sinking at her heart . Wenna said nothing . The soft dark eyes looked a little troubled , but that was all . And presently , up came young Trelyon , full of good spirits , and poise , and bustle ; and he drove his mother and ...
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... strange unintelligible jumble of modern ancholy . coxcombry and ancient religion misunder- stood and travestied . This is what our renaissance has brought us , instead of the glories ( blasphemed by Mr. Ruskin ) of the fifteenth century ...
... strange unintelligible jumble of modern ancholy . coxcombry and ancient religion misunder- stood and travestied . This is what our renaissance has brought us , instead of the glories ( blasphemed by Mr. Ruskin ) of the fifteenth century ...
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... 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 knees refuse to bend , and are yet too ...
... 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 knees refuse to bend , and are yet too ...
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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.