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times successively ; but beyond the limit of two hundred he could never reach .
This was to him a subject of regret , and also of philosophical contemplation . ¡°
What cause , " he would ask , ¡° can be assigned for my not being able to succeed
...
times successively ; but beyond the limit of two hundred he could never reach .
This was to him a subject of regret , and also of philosophical contemplation . ¡°
What cause , " he would ask , ¡° can be assigned for my not being able to succeed
...
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The doctor himself never looked back for these troubles , nor lost , save for a time
, any of his old , pleasant humour . He would romp as merrily with his dead
sister's children as if the whole burden of their future maintenance did not lie on ...
The doctor himself never looked back for these troubles , nor lost , save for a time
, any of his old , pleasant humour . He would romp as merrily with his dead
sister's children as if the whole burden of their future maintenance did not lie on ...
294 ÆäÀÌÁö
The woman never came near me , and I have no doubt but that the girl was
inveigled away . What surprises and hurts me most is , that Jessy herself should
never have sought to give me any explanation , although I have certain proof ,
that she ...
The woman never came near me , and I have no doubt but that the girl was
inveigled away . What surprises and hurts me most is , that Jessy herself should
never have sought to give me any explanation , although I have certain proof ,
that she ...
303 ÆäÀÌÁö
As their mind is never overtaxed , they do not see that sometimes they require
rest . Good fellowship , and all that leads to it , is with them a waste of time . There
are men who will tell you that ¡° Wine , mighty wine- " wine , that makes glad the ...
As their mind is never overtaxed , they do not see that sometimes they require
rest . Good fellowship , and all that leads to it , is with them a waste of time . There
are men who will tell you that ¡° Wine , mighty wine- " wine , that makes glad the ...
435 ÆäÀÌÁö
You never awake from an uneasy nap to find yourself bolting head - foremost into
your opposite neighbour's waistcoat - never get into a wrong train , and are
whisked away to the north , whilst you think you are going south - never are
bored by ...
You never awake from an uneasy nap to find yourself bolting head - foremost into
your opposite neighbour's waistcoat - never get into a wrong train , and are
whisked away to the north , whilst you think you are going south - never are
bored by ...
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364 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD!
311 ÆäÀÌÁö - Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
122 ÆäÀÌÁö - I have not loved the world, nor the world me; I have not flatter'd its rank breath, nor bow'd To its idolatries a patient knee, Nor coin'd my cheek to smiles, nor cried aloud In worship of an echo; in the crowd They could not deem me one of such; I stood Among them, but not of them; in a shroud Of thoughts which were not their thoughts and still could, Had I not filed my mind, which thus itself subdued.
256 ÆäÀÌÁö - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons...
355 ÆäÀÌÁö - In his steep course? So long he seems to pause On thy bald awful head, O sovran BLANC, The Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly; but thou, most awful Form! Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently! Around thee and above Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass: methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge! But...
256 ÆäÀÌÁö - To-day, my lord of Amiens and myself Did steal behind him, as he lay along Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood...
311 ÆäÀÌÁö - Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath borne me on his back a thousand times. And now how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.
399 ÆäÀÌÁö - There's a bower of roses by Bendemeer's stream, And the nightingale sings round it all the day long ; In the time of my childhood 'twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song.
435 ÆäÀÌÁö - Short upper lip— sweet lips ! that make us sigh Ever to have seen such ; for she was one Fit for the model of a statuary, (A race of mere impostors, when all's done — I've seen much finer women, ripe and real, Than all the nonsense of their stone ideal).
178 ÆäÀÌÁö - for he never sought it in the right place. The famous Fountain of Youth, if I am rightly informed, is situated in the southern part of the Floridian peninsula, not far from Lake Macaco. Its source is overshadowed by several gigantic magnolias, which, though numberless centuries old, have been kept as fresh as violets by the virtues of this wonderful water. An acquaintance of mine, knowing my curiosity in such matters, has sent me what you see in the vase.