The Living Age, Bind 194E. Littell & Company, 1892 |
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... Tell me robin , pretty robin , and I'll be your debtor ever , For her father does not love me , and so , mind you ... telling - Do you know , I fancy , robin , you as sweetly sing as they . Do you see that verdant meadow where the ...
... Tell me robin , pretty robin , and I'll be your debtor ever , For her father does not love me , and so , mind you ... telling - Do you know , I fancy , robin , you as sweetly sing as they . Do you see that verdant meadow where the ...
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cers , and the sugar out of the cupboard . Tell me about yourself ; you look a little better . Do you feel better ? " " You know I have no illusions about myself , " he said with strange indifference , as he placed the cups and saucers ...
cers , and the sugar out of the cupboard . Tell me about yourself ; you look a little better . Do you feel better ? " " You know I have no illusions about myself , " he said with strange indifference , as he placed the cups and saucers ...
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... tell you it is all child's play to me . " " Read me some Browning , " he would ask ; " I want to feel strong and vigorous again , and Robert Browning , of all the poets , helps one to do that . " He was quite alone in the world , and ...
... tell you it is all child's play to me . " " Read me some Browning , " he would ask ; " I want to feel strong and vigorous again , and Robert Browning , of all the poets , helps one to do that . " He was quite alone in the world , and ...
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... tell her - how perhaps he had spoken to the old , white- haired man , or how he had begun a friend- ship with a little gem of a child who had " When I was a baby , " she had told him mysteriously , " I swallowed a tooth ! " " Indeed ...
... tell her - how perhaps he had spoken to the old , white- haired man , or how he had begun a friend- ship with a little gem of a child who had " When I was a baby , " she had told him mysteriously , " I swallowed a tooth ! " " Indeed ...
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... Tell them that God , who , so they believe , made the open - lying downs , and the free sky , and the boundless ocean , and the spreading fields- tell them that God cannot wish our minds to be pent up in a nut - shell . As our eyes cry ...
... Tell them that God , who , so they believe , made the open - lying downs , and the free sky , and the boundless ocean , and the spreading fields- tell them that God cannot wish our minds to be pent up in a nut - shell . As our eyes cry ...
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Side 155 - 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 159 - ... 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 229 - 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 155 - 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 323 - 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 156 - 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 157 - 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 184 - 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 157 - 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 157 - ... 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...