Littell's Living Age, Volume 92Living Age Company Incorporated, 1867 - American periodicals |
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... hand . As old Butler spoke , he shut up and put into his pocket a little old brown prayer- book in which he had been reading . Dick , who had been picturing imaginary pangs to himself all the way coming down , now found how different a ...
... hand . As old Butler spoke , he shut up and put into his pocket a little old brown prayer- book in which he had been reading . Dick , who had been picturing imaginary pangs to himself all the way coming down , now found how different a ...
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... hand was trembling in Catherine's soft warm fingers . Poor Reine , she had come to Catherine in a sad and troubled mood . She had received a sad hurried word from Dick to tell her all was over at last that there was confusion and stir ...
... hand was trembling in Catherine's soft warm fingers . Poor Reine , she had come to Catherine in a sad and troubled mood . She had received a sad hurried word from Dick to tell her all was over at last that there was confusion and stir ...
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... hand and be of help to him , and show him how truly and sincerely she was his friend . It was all she had ever dared to hope for , and the time had come at last . Perhaps if she had been less humble , less single - minded and ...
... hand and be of help to him , and show him how truly and sincerely she was his friend . It was all she had ever dared to hope for , and the time had come at last . Perhaps if she had been less humble , less single - minded and ...
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... hand still with the white drapery of her dress . Catherine was a del- icate and orderly person , and she held up her dress with unconscious care , even when she was struggling in the Slough of Despond . It was indeed the Slough of ...
... hand still with the white drapery of her dress . Catherine was a del- icate and orderly person , and she held up her dress with unconscious care , even when she was struggling in the Slough of Despond . It was indeed the Slough of ...
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... hands ready to drink the toast which some one proposed To G. Washington , Esquire , his Hall ! ' So far as we were ... hand , and listened for some movement of the guide ; but for a full quarter of an hour heard nothing but our own ...
... hands ready to drink the toast which some one proposed To G. Washington , Esquire , his Hall ! ' So far as we were ... hand , and listened for some movement of the guide ; but for a full quarter of an hour heard nothing but our own ...
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Page 360 - The flush of life may well be seen Thrilling back over hills and valleys ; The cowslip startles in meadows green, The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice. And there's never a leaf nor a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace.
Page 385 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Page 359 - Daily, with souls that cringe and plot, We Sinais climb and know it not. Over our manhood bend the skies; Against our fallen and traitor lives The great winds utter prophecies; With our faint hearts the mountain strives; Its arms outstretched, the druid wood Waits with its benedicite; And to our age's drowsy blood Still shouts the inspiring sea.
Page 436 - Where the dead and dying lay, Wounded by bayonets, shells, and balls, Somebody's Darling was borne one day : — Somebody's Darling, so young and so brave, Wearing yet, on his pale, sweet face, Soon to be hid by the dust of the grave, The lingering light of his boyhood's grace. Matted and damp are the curls of gold...
Page 436 - Somebody's love; Somebody's heart enshrined him there; Somebody wafted his name above, Night and morn, on the wings of prayer. Somebody wept when he marched away, Looking so handsome, brave, and grand; Somebody's...
Page 6 - On a Girdle That which her slender waist confined Shall now my joyful temples bind; No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done. It was my Heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer: My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move. A narrow compass ! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair! Give me but what this ribband bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round!
Page 359 - Earth gets its price for what Earth gives us; The beggar is taxed for a corner to die in, The priest hath his fee who comes and shrives us, We bargain for the graves we lie in; At the Devil's booth are all things sold, Each ounce of dross costs its ounce of gold...
Page 396 - Thus saith the Lord, Stand ye in the ways, and see, and ask for the old paths, where is the good way, and walk therein, and ye shall find rest for your souls.
Page 7 - Good faith and folly have so long been received as synonymous terms, that the reverse of the proposition has grown into credit, and every villain fancies himself a man of abilities. It is the apprehension of your friends, my Lord, that you have drawn some hasty conclusion of this sort, and that a partial reliance upon your moral character has betrayed you beyond the depth of your understanding.
Page 386 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.