The Seer: Or, Common-places Refreshed, Band 2Roberts, 1864 |
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... true , who are apt to make uneasy comparisons of cats with dogs , -to say they are not so loving , that they prefer the house to the man , & c . But agreeably to the good old maxim , that " comparisons are odious , " our readers , we ...
... true , who are apt to make uneasy comparisons of cats with dogs , -to say they are not so loving , that they prefer the house to the man , & c . But agreeably to the good old maxim , that " comparisons are odious , " our readers , we ...
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... true , lays about him a little superfluously sometimes , when he gets into a sheepfold , and kills more than he eats ; but does not the squire or the marquis do pretty much like him in the month of September ? Nay , do we not hear of ...
... true , lays about him a little superfluously sometimes , when he gets into a sheepfold , and kills more than he eats ; but does not the squire or the marquis do pretty much like him in the month of September ? Nay , do we not hear of ...
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... to the mistake , though we should have thought better of him had he seen farther , and subjected his pride to affection for such a master . But Johnson's true practi- + cal delicacy in the matter is beautiful . Be THE CAT BY THE FIRE . II.
... to the mistake , though we should have thought better of him had he seen farther , and subjected his pride to affection for such a master . But Johnson's true practi- + cal delicacy in the matter is beautiful . Be THE CAT BY THE FIRE . II.
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... true godsend , a man of men , a real quintessence of Chris- tian charity , and shrewd sense withal ( things not only far from incompatible , but thoroughly amalgamable ) ; in short , a man as sensible as Dr. Johnson , with all the piety ...
... true godsend , a man of men , a real quintessence of Chris- tian charity , and shrewd sense withal ( things not only far from incompatible , but thoroughly amalgamable ) ; in short , a man as sensible as Dr. Johnson , with all the piety ...
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... true spirit of a gentleman , manifests itself outwardly in consequence , shaping the move- ments of the commonest and most superficial parts of life to the unaffected elegance of the spirit within ; and , at the same time , refusing no ...
... true spirit of a gentleman , manifests itself outwardly in consequence , shaping the move- ments of the commonest and most superficial parts of life to the unaffected elegance of the spirit within ; and , at the same time , refusing no ...
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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.