The every-day book: or The guide to the year, Հատոր 21859 |
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Արդյունքներ 100–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
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... thought and me- ditation , and a starting point for fresh exertion in the performance of our jour- ney . The man who does not at least propose to himself to be better this year than he was last , must be either very our need to be so ...
... thought and me- ditation , and a starting point for fresh exertion in the performance of our jour- ney . The man who does not at least propose to himself to be better this year than he was last , must be either very our need to be so ...
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... thought replied , " Misery is the marriage - gift That waits a mortal bride : " But lift thine hopes from this base earth , This waste of worldly care , And wed thy faith to yon bright sky , For Happiness dwells there ! " L. E. L. ...
... thought replied , " Misery is the marriage - gift That waits a mortal bride : " But lift thine hopes from this base earth , This waste of worldly care , And wed thy faith to yon bright sky , For Happiness dwells there ! " L. E. L. ...
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... thought sinks into nothingness ! How soon the mind discovers that true bliss Reposes not on sublunary things , But alone when passion's blaze is o'er In that high happy sphere , where love's supreme . Here it may not be out of place to ...
... thought sinks into nothingness ! How soon the mind discovers that true bliss Reposes not on sublunary things , But alone when passion's blaze is o'er In that high happy sphere , where love's supreme . Here it may not be out of place to ...
Էջ 139
... thought recall Of summer days , and those delightful years When by my native streams , in life's fair prime , The mournful magic of their mingling chime First wak'd my wondering childhood into tears ! But seeming now , when all those ...
... thought recall Of summer days , and those delightful years When by my native streams , in life's fair prime , The mournful magic of their mingling chime First wak'd my wondering childhood into tears ! But seeming now , when all those ...
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... thought of it . " It won't do , " said the Doctor . " Stuff - nonsense . " Every body else having been delighted ... thoughts had never strayed from her , and that his love should be the same to the last . After this he took the duke of ...
... thought of it . " It won't do , " said the Doctor . " Stuff - nonsense . " Every body else having been delighted ... thoughts had never strayed from her , and that his love should be the same to the last . After this he took the duke of ...
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Էջ 567 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity...
Էջ 117 - And not a voice was idle : with the din Meanwhile the precipices rang aloud ; The leafless trees and every icy crag Tinkled like iron ; while the distant hills Into the tumult sent an alien sound Of melancholy, not unnoticed, while the stars, Eastward, were sparkling clear, and in the west The orange sky of evening died away.
Էջ 255 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home. She stood in tears amid the alien corn ; The same that oft-times hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Էջ 253 - Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme...
Էջ 253 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Էջ 253 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Էջ 605 - The insect youth are on the wing, Eager to taste the honied spring, And float amid the liquid noon ; Some lightly o'er the current skim, Some show their gaily-gilded trim, Quick-glancing to the sun.
Էջ 961 - All day thy wings have fanned At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere ; Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Էջ 255 - Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music:— do I wake or sleep?
Էջ 253 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene...