The Living Age, Bind 194E. Littell & Company, 1892 |
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... morning , having galloped day and night without stop- ping , except to change horses at the post stations . My Tatar , who had been accus- tomed to travel at a jog - trot pace , which was exceedingly fatiguing to me , declared that he ...
... morning , having galloped day and night without stop- ping , except to change horses at the post stations . My Tatar , who had been accus- tomed to travel at a jog - trot pace , which was exceedingly fatiguing to me , declared that he ...
Side 36
... morning . Pitch apet of the bridge , and plunged into the dark ; every one gone to bed ; no consul swift - flowing tide . Assistance was im - to be seen ; and , worse still , the unaccom- possible , and he was quickly swept away ...
... morning . Pitch apet of the bridge , and plunged into the dark ; every one gone to bed ; no consul swift - flowing tide . Assistance was im - to be seen ; and , worse still , the unaccom- possible , and he was quickly swept away ...
Side 44
... morning , at sunrise , when we were just " debatable_country " between the terri- rising from our wagons , and indulging in our matutinal yawns , Khama's arrival was announced . The chief walked in front , dignified and smart , dressed ...
... morning , at sunrise , when we were just " debatable_country " between the terri- rising from our wagons , and indulging in our matutinal yawns , Khama's arrival was announced . The chief walked in front , dignified and smart , dressed ...
Side 47
... morning comes they pack their belongings , their treasures of bark , mice , and caterpillars , and start off along the narrow path in single file at a tremendous pace , silent for a while , and then bursting forth into song , looking ...
... morning comes they pack their belongings , their treasures of bark , mice , and caterpillars , and start off along the narrow path in single file at a tremendous pace , silent for a while , and then bursting forth into song , looking ...
Side 55
... morning , when madame , all covered as she was with diamonds , determined at last to alight . Leaving the carriage , the pair passed successfully through the crowd , and finally reached the house of President Hénault in the Rue St ...
... morning , when madame , all covered as she was with diamonds , determined at last to alight . Leaving the carriage , the pair passed successfully through the crowd , and finally reached the house of President Hénault in the Rue St ...
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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...