Littell's Living Age, Հատոր 125Living Age Company, Incorporated, 1875 |
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... look ventured it ; " but , you do not make the down upon it . So that Alice used to say most of even that advantage . You can to her father sometimes , " I wonder read and write , perhaps better than you whether I have any right to ...
... look ventured it ; " but , you do not make the down upon it . So that Alice used to say most of even that advantage . You can to her father sometimes , " I wonder read and write , perhaps better than you whether I have any right to ...
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... look a regular figure in the saddle ? You call it a bottle - green ' ! I call it a green , without the bottle . " And now on the morning of that same day on which Alice thus had pledged her- self ( being the third from her brother's ...
... look a regular figure in the saddle ? You call it a bottle - green ' ! I call it a green , without the bottle . " And now on the morning of that same day on which Alice thus had pledged her- self ( being the third from her brother's ...
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... look so wretched , because I know nothing about them . Only this I know , that out of this house you are not allowed to go , without —oh , what do you call it ? —a pass , or a watchword , or a countersign , or something or other from ...
... look so wretched , because I know nothing about them . Only this I know , that out of this house you are not allowed to go , without —oh , what do you call it ? —a pass , or a watchword , or a countersign , or something or other from ...
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... look like a hero . You are the bravest fellow that ever was born . Oh , how proud we are of you ! My darling , what is the matter ? Why , you look as if you did not know me ! Help , help , help ! He is going to die . Oh , for God's sake ...
... look like a hero . You are the bravest fellow that ever was born . Oh , how proud we are of you ! My darling , what is the matter ? Why , you look as if you did not know me ! Help , help , help ! He is going to die . Oh , for God's sake ...
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... look ; " he is much too ugly to be so well paint- ed . I wonder he does not frighten those beautiful ladies away . " " That , madam , is Mr. Wilkes , the cel- ebrated patriot , " said an attendant , who had followed them . The man was ...
... look ; " he is much too ugly to be so well paint- ed . I wonder he does not frighten those beautiful ladies away . " " That , madam , is Mr. Wilkes , the cel- ebrated patriot , " said an attendant , who had followed them . The man was ...
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Էջ 318 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine: But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Էջ 318 - ... an inward prompting which now grew daily upon me, that by labor and intent study, which I take to be my portion in this life, joined with the strong propensity of nature, I might perhaps leave something so written to after times, as they should not willingly let it die.
Էջ 189 - Other Worlds than Ours ; The Plurality of Worlds Studied under the Light of Recent Scientific Researches.
Էջ 127 - Ilias, the other in his Odysseis : then Virgil, whose like intention was to doe in the person of...
Էջ 282 - tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played, Their thoughts I cannot measure: — But the least motion which they made It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there.
Էջ 263 - Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep if Atticus were he?
Էջ 319 - It is more probable therefore, that not the endless delight of speculation, but this very consideration of that, great commandment does not press forward, as soon as many do, to undergo, but keeps off with a sacred reverence and religious advisement how best to undergo; not taking thought of being late, so it give advantage to be more fit...
Էջ 192 - For thus saith the Lord that created the heavens; God himself that formed the earth and made it; he hath established it, he created it not in vain, he formed it to be inhabited: I am the Lord; and there is none else.
Էջ 319 - Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth That I to manhood am arrived so near; And inward ripeness doth much less appear, That some more timely-happy spirits endu'th.
Էջ 556 - The glaciers creep Like snakes that watch their prey, from their far fountains, Slow rolling on; there, many a precipice, Frost and the Sun in scorn of mortal power Have piled: dome, pyramid, and pinnacle, A city of death, distinct with many a tower And wall impregnable of beaming ice. Yet not a city, but a flood of ruin Is there, that from the boundaries of the sky Rolls its perpetual stream...