Household Friends for Every Season ...James Thomas Fields J.R. Osgood and Company, 1881 - 320ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... neatest style of podography , — easy letters to make , luckily . - " Beautiful ! " exclaimed Belle . " What are those let- ters ? Oh ! B. P. ! What do they stand for ? " " Guess ! " " I'm so dull , " 122 THEODORE WINTHROP .
... neatest style of podography , — easy letters to make , luckily . - " Beautiful ! " exclaimed Belle . " What are those let- ters ? Oh ! B. P. ! What do they stand for ? " " Guess ! " " I'm so dull , " 122 THEODORE WINTHROP .
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... beautiful ice spread before them , like their life to come , a pathway untouched by any sorrowful or weary footstep . The blue sky was cloudless . The keen air stirred the pulses like the vapor of frozen wine . The benignant mountains ...
... beautiful ice spread before them , like their life to come , a pathway untouched by any sorrowful or weary footstep . The blue sky was cloudless . The keen air stirred the pulses like the vapor of frozen wine . The benignant mountains ...
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... beautiful young woman of the highest civilization , not smeared with vermilion , but blushing celestial rosy . " Thank you , " said Wade . " I can sit up now without assistance . " And he regretted profoundly that good breed- ing ...
... beautiful young woman of the highest civilization , not smeared with vermilion , but blushing celestial rosy . " Thank you , " said Wade . " I can sit up now without assistance . " And he regretted profoundly that good breed- ing ...
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... beautiful Amazons like our friend . He knows too much to try to make his love run up hill ; but let it once get started , rough running gives it vim . Wade will love like a deluge , when he sees that he may , and I'd advise obstacles to ...
... beautiful Amazons like our friend . He knows too much to try to make his love run up hill ; but let it once get started , rough running gives it vim . Wade will love like a deluge , when he sees that he may , and I'd advise obstacles to ...
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... beautiful bewilderment of uncomprehended delight , until this haunting vision of her fair face sinking amid the hungry ice beset him . Then he perceived what would be . lost to him , if she were lost . The thought of Death placed itself ...
... beautiful bewilderment of uncomprehended delight , until this haunting vision of her fair face sinking amid the hungry ice beset him . Then he perceived what would be . lost to him , if she were lost . The thought of Death placed itself ...
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294 ÆäÀÌÁö - Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth to be resolved to earth again...
219 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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: He startled her; but soon she knew his face, And grasped his fingers in her palsied hand, Saying, "Mercy, Porphyro! hie thee from this place: They are all here to-night, the whole blood-thirsty race!
223 ÆäÀÌÁö - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seemed a splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven: — Porphyro grew faint: She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
214 ÆäÀÌÁö - Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limp'd 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, Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith...
41 ÆäÀÌÁö - Little I ask; my wants are few ; I only wish a hut of stone, (A very plain brown stone will do,) That I may call my own ; — And close at hand is such a one, In yonder street that fronts the sun. Plain food is quite enough for me; Three courses are as good as ten; — If Nature can subsist on three, Thank Heaven for three. Amen! I always thought cold victual nice; — My choice would be vanilla-ice.
167 ÆäÀÌÁö - Oh! but to breathe the breath Of the cowslip and primrose sweet. With the sky above my head. And the grass beneath my feet ; For only one short hour To feel as I used to feel, Before I knew the woes of want And the walk that costs a meal!
42 ÆäÀÌÁö - I would not have the horse I drive So fast that folks must stop and stare ; An easy gait— two, forty-five— Suits me ; I do not care : Perhaps, for just a single spurt, Some seconds less would do no hurt. Of pictures I should like to own Titians and Raphaels three or four— I love so much their style and tone — One Turner...
153 ÆäÀÌÁö - will seek the groves Where the lady Mary is, With her five handmaidens, whose names Are five sweet symphonies, Cecily, Gertrude, Magdalen, Margaret, and Rosalys.
214 ÆäÀÌÁö - Flatter'd to tears this aged man and poor. But no — already had his death-bell rung; The joys of all his life were said and sung; His was harsh penance on St Agnes...
152 ÆäÀÌÁö - I wish that he were come to me, For he will come,' she said. ' Have I not prayed in Heaven ? — on earth, Lord, Lord, has he not...