The Morning call, by mrs. Ellis, 4±Ç;41±Ç1850 |
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... rest . Her voice was not unpleasant : perhaps it was her voice by which she had won her way through the world , for she had a serpent's tongue , and hitherto had sel- dom failed in bringing her purposes to bear . Only in one fatal act ...
... rest . Her voice was not unpleasant : perhaps it was her voice by which she had won her way through the world , for she had a serpent's tongue , and hitherto had sel- dom failed in bringing her purposes to bear . Only in one fatal act ...
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... rest in the prettiest and most peaceful looking little chamber which it had for a long time been her lot to occupy . She had been well acquainted with what is called a higher style of living . She had shared even the splendour of those ...
... rest in the prettiest and most peaceful looking little chamber which it had for a long time been her lot to occupy . She had been well acquainted with what is called a higher style of living . She had shared even the splendour of those ...
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... rests the soul of man in prayer , When after sorrow's lingering smart , The clouds of doubt and fear depart , So rests that calm light every where , And even upon Ernest's heart . And Ernest feels a truer joy Than that he felt at break ...
... rests the soul of man in prayer , When after sorrow's lingering smart , The clouds of doubt and fear depart , So rests that calm light every where , And even upon Ernest's heart . And Ernest feels a truer joy Than that he felt at break ...
34 ÆäÀÌÁö
... rests the soul of man in prayer , When after sorrow's lingering smart , The clouds of doubt and fear depart , So rests that calm light every where , And even upon Ernest's heart . And Ernest feels a truer joy Than that he felt at break ...
... rests the soul of man in prayer , When after sorrow's lingering smart , The clouds of doubt and fear depart , So rests that calm light every where , And even upon Ernest's heart . And Ernest feels a truer joy Than that he felt at break ...
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... rest -- all is alike gay , glittering , and prominent ; there is no principal light , no breadth of shade . It is perhaps too ostentatiously real ; we lose sight of the subject itself , in our astonishment at the ready skill of the ...
... rest -- all is alike gay , glittering , and prominent ; there is no principal light , no breadth of shade . It is perhaps too ostentatiously real ; we lose sight of the subject itself , in our astonishment at the ready skill of the ...
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95 ÆäÀÌÁö - He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away; He recked not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay: There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday.
96 ÆäÀÌÁö - Were with his heart, and that was far away; He reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother — he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday — All this rush'd with his blood — Shall he expire And unavenged? Arise! ye Goths, and glut your ire!
235 ÆäÀÌÁö - Before all temples the upright heart and pure, Instruct me, for thou know'st; thou from the first Wast present, and with mighty wings outspread Dove-like sat'st brooding on the vast abyss, And mad'st it pregnant: what in me is dark Illumine, what is low raise and support...
39 ÆäÀÌÁö - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives,...
325 ÆäÀÌÁö - Her blossoms ; and luxuriant above all The jasmine, throwing wide her elegant sweets, The deep dark green of whose unvarnished leaf Makes more conspicuous, and illumines more The bright profusion of her scattered stars.
95 ÆäÀÌÁö - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony ; And his droop'd head sinks gradually low ; And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder shower ; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
476 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
325 ÆäÀÌÁö - Here are sweet peas, on tip-toe for a flight: With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white, And taper fingers catching at all things, To bind them all about with tiny rings.
135 ÆäÀÌÁö - Cant as we may, and as we shall to the end of all things, it is very much harder for the poor to be virtuous than it is for the rich ; and the good that is in them shines the brighter for it.
135 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... for the poor to be virtuous than it is for the rich; and the good that is in them, shines the brighter for it. In many a noble mansion lives a man, the best of husbands and of fathers, whose private worth in both capacities is justly lauded to the skies. But bring him here, upon this crowded deck. Strip from his fair young wife her silken dress and jewels, unbind her braided hair, stamp early wrinkles on her brow, pinch her pale cheek with care and much privation, array her faded form in coarsely...