The Yellow Book, Band 13

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E. Mathews & J. Lane, 1897
 

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Seite 293 - no other thought Than to love and be loved by me ; I was a child and she was a child In this kingdom by the sea. But we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my Annabel Lee.
Seite 205 - Into which holy estate these two persons present come now to be joined. Therefore if any man can show any just cause, why they may not lawfully be joined together, let him NOW speak, or else hereafter for ever hold his peace !
Seite 292 - It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived, whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee.
Seite 306 - Of course," I exclaimed to myself, with a curious involuntary gratitude, " it is Dr. Wharton's Sappho." And so it was. That penny bus was thus carelessly carrying along the most priceless of written words. We were journeying in the same conveyance with " Like the sweet apple which reddens upon the topmost bough, A-top on the topmost twig—which the pluckers forgot somehow— Forgot it
Seite 306 - The moon has set, and the Pleiades : it is midnight, the time is going by, and I sleep alone." Yes, it was no less a presence than Sappho's that had stepped in amongst us at the corner of New Oxford Street. Visibly it had been a little black-bearded bookman, rather French in appearance, possibly a hard-worked teacher of
Seite 306 - So far away from us was the voice that had suddenly called to us, a lovely apparition of sound, as we trundled dustily from Oxford Circus to the Bank. " The moon has set, and the Pleiades ; it is midnight, the time is going by, and I sleep alone," I murmured, as the conductor dropped me at Chancery Lane.
Seite 201 - In token that thou shall not fear Christ crucified to own, We print the Cross upon thee here, And stamp thee His alone.
Seite 215 - token that thou shah not fear Christ crucified to own, We print the Cross upon thee here, And stamp thee His alone.
Seite 219 - a woman who would not stick at parricide would scruple a lie." Others said she had hopes of pardon '• from the Honour she had formerly had of dancing for several nights with the late Pe of Ws, and being personally known to the most sweet-tempered P—ess in the world." The press swarmed with pamphlets. The Cranstoun correspondence, alleged not destroyed, was published—a very palpable Grub Street
Seite 72 - FATHER, beneath the moonless night, This heavy stillness without light, There comes a thought which I must speak ; Why is my body then so weak ? Why do I falter in the race, And flag behind this mighty pace ? Why is my strength so quickly flown ? And hark ! My mother sobs alone

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