The Metropolitan, Volume 53James Cochrane, 1848 - English literature |
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... smiling , as I hesitated ; " I will be quite alone , and I may tell you that you are the first whom the table of Welwyn Hall has seen , since I came into possession of it . We dine at four . Seven , I know , is your English fashion ...
... smiling , as I hesitated ; " I will be quite alone , and I may tell you that you are the first whom the table of Welwyn Hall has seen , since I came into possession of it . We dine at four . Seven , I know , is your English fashion ...
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" But , my dear Orfea , " suggested our host , smiling , " you cannot expect Mr. Long to carry the name of an actress , whom he has never seen , in his head for any length of time . " " Then I will write down her name and address for ...
" But , my dear Orfea , " suggested our host , smiling , " you cannot expect Mr. Long to carry the name of an actress , whom he has never seen , in his head for any length of time . " " Then I will write down her name and address for ...
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... smile at my uncle's offer , Mr. Long ? " said Orfea ; " you do not surely know the career which it promises for you ? " " One of excitement , pleasurable only for the moment , ex- posed to the worst temptations , which soon fades ...
... smile at my uncle's offer , Mr. Long ? " said Orfea ; " you do not surely know the career which it promises for you ? " " One of excitement , pleasurable only for the moment , ex- posed to the worst temptations , which soon fades ...
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... smile at these devices , and probably think them founded on very loose principles ; it is , however , a common practice in the metropolis , where there is so much competition , and when one sees poverty staring you in the face , such ...
... smile at these devices , and probably think them founded on very loose principles ; it is , however , a common practice in the metropolis , where there is so much competition , and when one sees poverty staring you in the face , such ...
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... smile , the same fond word , the same warm kiss , the same pure , undisguised community of soul and mind . - He never wondered at her vigilance , nor questioned when she could rest , for , for him , was the eye ever watching to ...
... smile , the same fond word , the same warm kiss , the same pure , undisguised community of soul and mind . - He never wondered at her vigilance , nor questioned when she could rest , for , for him , was the eye ever watching to ...
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Page 349 - TELL me not, in mournful numbers, " Life is but an empty dream ! " For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal ; " Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Page 349 - Let the dead Past bury its dead ! Act, — act in the living Present ! Heart within, and God o'erhead ! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time ; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again. Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate ; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.
Page 349 - Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, — act in the living...
Page 348 - WOODS IN WINTER. WHEN winter winds are piercing chill, And through the hawthorn blows the gale, With solemn feet I tread the hill, That overbrows the lonely vale.
Page 320 - Of Law there can be no less acknowledged than that her seat is the bosom of God ; her voice the harmony of the world ; all things in Heaven and earth do her homage ; the very least as feeling her care, and the greatest as not exempted from her power.
Page 349 - Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle ! Be a hero in the strife!
Page 389 - It is wonderful that five thousand years have now elapsed since the creation of the world, and still it is undecided whether or not there has ever been an instance of the spirit of any person appearing after death. All argument is against it; but all belief is for it.
Page 345 - Like a poet hidden in the light of thought, singing hymns unbidden till the world is wrought to sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not.
Page 441 - For me, I was never so affected with any human Tale. After first reading it, I was totally possessed with it for many days — I dislike all the miraculous part of it, but the feelings of the man under the operation of such scenery dragged me along like Tom Piper's magic whistle.
Page 384 - ... learned that Mr. Higginbotham had in his service an Irishman of doubtful character, whom he had hired without a recommendation, on the score of economy. "May I be hanged myself...