The Living Age, Bind 194E. Littell & Company, 1892 |
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Side 85
... asked , still keeping her eyes fixed on the driver , " do you like preserve ? " " Like - do you mean jam ? " Florence asked , bewildered by another sudden question . " Yes , my love , preserve , " Aunt Anne answered pointedly , as if ...
... asked , still keeping her eyes fixed on the driver , " do you like preserve ? " " Like - do you mean jam ? " Florence asked , bewildered by another sudden question . " Yes , my love , preserve , " Aunt Anne answered pointedly , as if ...
Side 84
... asked . She saw that Aunt Anne was waiting for her to speak , and she said the first words that presented themselves . town , but since Friday , with nothing to do | face when you looked at the sea . Mr. but to get brown in the sun , he ...
... asked . She saw that Aunt Anne was waiting for her to speak , and she said the first words that presented themselves . town , but since Friday , with nothing to do | face when you looked at the sea . Mr. but to get brown in the sun , he ...
Side 90
... asked , " How is your wife ? " " All right , thank you . But how are you , and how are you getting on ? " " I am not at all well , Walter " Mr. Wimple coughed , as if to show that he was delicate " and my uncle has be- haved shamefully ...
... asked , " How is your wife ? " " All right , thank you . But how are you , and how are you getting on ? " " I am not at all well , Walter " Mr. Wimple coughed , as if to show that he was delicate " and my uncle has be- haved shamefully ...
Side 123
... asked her to be my wife . It still feared and disliked him , the reaction is hard for me to explain why I did not . of feeling which had set in against Des- She was a girl of earnest thought and barrat caused many to proclaim their ...
... asked her to be my wife . It still feared and disliked him , the reaction is hard for me to explain why I did not . of feeling which had set in against Des- She was a girl of earnest thought and barrat caused many to proclaim their ...
Side 128
... asked , looking up suddenly and addressing the woman opposite . " Her mother's been dead these two Luckily the old gentleman did not un - year ' . I'm her aunt , an ' I'm takin ' her derstand this last allusion . He had not home to rear ...
... asked , looking up suddenly and addressing the woman opposite . " Her mother's been dead these two Luckily the old gentleman did not un - year ' . I'm her aunt , an ' I'm takin ' her derstand this last allusion . He had not home to rear ...
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Side 157 - But thou, that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation : Meek loveliness is round thee spread, A softness still and holy ; The grace of forest charms decayed, And pastoral melancholy.
Side 161 - ... the filial band, That knits me to thy rugged strand ! Still, as I view each well-known scene, Think what is now, and what hath been, Seems as, to me, of all bereft, Sole friends thy woods and streams were left ; And thus I love them better still, Even in extremity of ill. By Yarrow's stream still let me stray, Though none should guide my feeble way ; Still feel the breeze down Ettrick break, Although it chill my withered cheek ; Still lay my head by Teviot stone.
Side 231 - If therefore ye have not been faithful in the unrighteous mammon, who will commit to your trust the true riches ? And if ye have not been faithful in that which is another man's, who shall give you that which is your own...
Side 157 - O that some Minstrel's harp were near, To utter notes of gladness, And chase this silence from the air, That fills my heart with sadness...
Side 325 - Euphrates, and the Arabian fleet might have sailed without a naval combat into the mouth of the Thames. Perhaps the interpretation of the Koran would now be taught in the schools of Oxford, and her pulpits might demonstrate to a circumcised people the sanctity and truth of the revelation of Mahomet.
Side 158 - And if, as Yarrow, through the woods And down the meadow ranging, Did meet us with unaltered face, Though we were changed and changing; If, then, some natural shadows spread Our inward prospect over, The soul's deep valley was not slow Its brightness to recover.
Side 159 - A TROUBLE, not of clouds, or weeping rain, Nor of the setting sun's pathetic light Engendered, hangs o'er Eildon's triple height : Spirits of Power, assembled there, complain For kindred Power departing from their sight ; While Tweed, best pleased in chanting a blithe strain, Saddens his voice again, and yet again.
Side 186 - Choose well ; your choice is Brief, and yet endless. Here eyes do regard you, In Eternity's stillness; Here is all fulness, Ye brave, to reward you; Work, and despair not.
Side 159 - WHEN first, descending from the Moorlands, I saw the Stream of Yarrow glide Along a bare and open valley, The Ettrick Shepherd was my guide. When last along its banks I wandered, Through groves that had begun to shed Their golden leaves upon the pathways, My steps the Border-minstrel led. The Mighty Minstrel breathes no longer, Mid mouldering ruins low he lies ; And death upon the braes of Yarrow, Has closed the Shepherd-poet's eyes...
Side 159 - ... the setting sun's pathetic light Engendered, hangs o'er Eildon's triple height : Spirits of power, assembled there, complain For kindred power departing from their sight ; While Tweed, best pleased in chanting a blithe strain, Saddens his voice again, and yet again. Lift up your hearts, ye mourners ! for the might Of the whole world's good wishes with him goes ; Blessings and prayers in nobler retinue Than sceptred king or laurelled conqueror knows, Follow this wondrous potentate. Be true, Ye...