The Seer: Or, Common-places Refreshed, Band 2Roberts, 1864 |
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... sort of smile or simmer ( simper is too weak and fleeting a word ) that is apt to be in the faces of irrita- ble people when they are pleased to be in a state of satisfaction . We prefer , for a general expression , the cat in a quiet ...
... sort of smile or simmer ( simper is too weak and fleeting a word ) that is apt to be in the faces of irrita- ble people when they are pleased to be in a state of satisfaction . We prefer , for a general expression , the cat in a quiet ...
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... sort of lively pudding , that oddly jumps hither and thither . It would be hard to beat into the head of a country squire , of the old class , that there is any cruelty in hunting a hare ; and most assuredly it would be still harder to ...
... sort of lively pudding , that oddly jumps hither and thither . It would be hard to beat into the head of a country squire , of the old class , that there is any cruelty in hunting a hare ; and most assuredly it would be still harder to ...
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... sort we hold to be almost indispensably necessary towards doing justice to the habitation of every one who is capable of reflection and improvement . The print- shops , the bookstalls , the portfolios containing etchings and engravings ...
... sort we hold to be almost indispensably necessary towards doing justice to the habitation of every one who is capable of reflection and improvement . The print- shops , the bookstalls , the portfolios containing etchings and engravings ...
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... sort of angel of a gentleman , a species of phoenix , which , we really must say , the French Church seems to have produced beyond any other . Not that we undervalue the Hookers and Jewels , and other primitive excellences of our own ...
... sort of angel of a gentleman , a species of phoenix , which , we really must say , the French Church seems to have produced beyond any other . Not that we undervalue the Hookers and Jewels , and other primitive excellences of our own ...
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... sort , nor ostentatiously claiming it ; but feeling and having it , because of its true , natural , honest heart's blood , and a tendency to relish all things in common with us , " passioned as we . ” When a man exhibits this nature ...
... sort , nor ostentatiously claiming it ; but feeling and having it , because of its true , natural , honest heart's blood , and a tendency to relish all things in common with us , " passioned as we . ” When a man exhibits this nature ...
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Seite 56 - Sudden a thought came like a full-blown rose, Flushing his brow, and in his pained heart Made purple riot: then doth he propose A stratagem that makes the beldame start: "A cruel man and impious thou art...
Seite 97 - HOW oft, when thou, my music, music play'st, Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds With thy sweet fingers, when thou gently sway'st The wiry concord that mine ear confounds, Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap To kiss the tender inward of thy hand, Whilst my poor lips, which should that harvest reap, At the wood's boldness by thee blushing stand!
Seite 60 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in sea-weed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees, In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
Seite 58 - But to her heart, her heart was voluble, Paining with eloquence her balmy side; As though a tongueless nightingale should swell Her throat in vain, and die, heart-stifled, in her dell.
Seite 53 - Fix'd on the floor, saw many a sweeping train Pass by — she heeded not at all: in vain Came many a tiptoe, amorous cavalier, And back retir'd; not cool'd by high disdain, But she saw not: her heart was otherwhere: She sigh'd for Agnes' dreams, the sweetest of the year.
Seite 63 - These delicates he heaped with glowing hand On golden dishes and in baskets bright Of wreathed silver : sumptuous they stand In the retired quiet of the night, Filling the chilly room with perfume light. — ' And now, my love, my seraph fair, awake ! Thou art my heaven, and I thine eremite : Open thine eyes, for meek St. Agnes' sake, Or I shall drowse beside thec, so my soul doth ache.
Seite 48 - Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold; Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seemed taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith.
Seite 77 - The village-clock tolled six— I wheeled about, Proud and exulting like an untired horse That cares not for his home. — All shod with steel We hissed along the polished ice, in games Confederate...
Seite 54 - Ah, happy chance! the aged creature came, Shuffling along with ivory-headed wand, To where he stood, hid from the torch's flame, Behind a broad hall-pillar, far beyond The sound of merriment and chorus bland...
Seite 52 - The silver, snarling trumpets 'gan to chide : The level chambers, ready with their pride, Were glowing to receive a thousand guests : The carved angels, ever eager-eyed, Stared, where upon their heads the cornice rests, With hair blown back, and wings put cross-wise on their breasts.