The Hired Baby: With Other Stories and Social SketchesTauchnitz, 1891 - Всего страниц: 264 |
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Стр. 128 - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight; I love thee freely, as men strive for Right, I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise; I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith: I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath, Smiles , tears of all my life ! — and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death...
Стр. 128 - There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass ; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes ; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies.
Стр. 257 - Could I embody and unbosom now That which is most within me — could I wreak My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings, strong or weak, All that I would have sought, and all I seek, Bear, know, feel, and yet breathe — into one word, And that one word were Lightning, I would speak ; But as it is, I live and die unheard, With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword.
Стр. 129 - How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and Ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday 's 5 Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
Стр. 38 - He merely desired to warn them against pride and despising any of their fellows, not to insist on the actual reason given, which was simply adopted in order to persuade them more easily.
Стр. 35 - oh, no, no! Not dead! Don't say so, oh, don't, don't say so! Oh, you can't mean it! Oh, for God's love, say you didn't mean it! It can't be dead, not really dead! — no, no, indeed! Oh, baby, baby! You are not dead, my pet my angel, not dead, oh no!" And breathless, frantic with fear, she felt the little thing's hands and feet and face, kissed it wildly, and called it by a thousand endearing names, in vain — in vain! Its tiny body was already stiff and rigid; it had been a corpse more than two...
Стр. 36 - He paused; there was an uncomfortable lump in his throat, and he had to cough again to get it down. "The poor little creature's gone — there's no help for it. The next world's a better place than this, you know! There, there, don't take on so about it" — this as liz shuddered and sighed; a sigh of such complete despair that it went straight to his honest soul, and showed him how futile were his efforts at consolation. But he had his duty to attend to, and he went on in firmer tones: "Now, like...
Стр. 29 - The dreary winter days crept on apace, and as they drew near Christmas, dwellers in the streets leading off the Strand grew accustomed of nights to hear the plaintive voice of a woman, singing in a peculiarly thrilling and pathetic manner, some of the old...
Стр. 18 - Her silence exasperated a tangle-haired, catfaced girl of seventeen years, who, more than half drunk, sat on the ground, clasping her knees with both arms and rocking herself lazily to and fro. "Mother Mawks!" cried she, "Mother Mawks! You're wanted! Here's Liz come back with your babby!" As if her words had been a powerful incantation to summon forth an evil spirit, a door in one of the miserable houses was thrown open, and a stout woman, nearly naked to the waist, with a swollen, blotched, and...
Стр. 31 - ... worsted bird suspended from an elastic string, a bird which bobbed up and down to command in the most lively and artistic manner? And had not her hired baby actually laughed at the clumsy toy — laughed an elfish and weird laugh, the first it had ever indulged in? And Liz had laughed too, for pure gladness in the child's mirth, and the worsted bird became a sort of uncouth charm to make them both merry. But after Christmas had come and gone, and the melancholy days, the last beating of the failing...