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... beautiful robes and have pretty little boys to wait on him with censers in their hands . " No , " said the little urchin , stoutly , " I won't be a priest . " He found in his pocket a roast chestnut Mariuccia had given him , and began ...
... beautiful robes and have pretty little boys to wait on him with censers in their hands . " No , " said the little urchin , stoutly , " I won't be a priest . " He found in his pocket a roast chestnut Mariuccia had given him , and began ...
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... beautiful after all , for she is so unlike our Ro- man ladies . She has a delicate nose , full of sentiment , and pointed a little downward for pride ; she has deep blue eyes , wide apart and dreamy , and a lit- tle shaded by brows that ...
... beautiful after all , for she is so unlike our Ro- man ladies . She has a delicate nose , full of sentiment , and pointed a little downward for pride ; she has deep blue eyes , wide apart and dreamy , and a lit- tle shaded by brows that ...
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... beautiful church of the second order of importance , with a charming mouse - colored complexion and a pair of fantastic towers . There is a commodious little square in front of it , from which you may look up at its very ornamental face ...
... beautiful church of the second order of importance , with a charming mouse - colored complexion and a pair of fantastic towers . There is a commodious little square in front of it , from which you may look up at its very ornamental face ...
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... beautiful front , to which the new feel- ing for a purely domestic architecture - ⚫ an architecture of security and tran- quillity , in which art could indulge it- self- - gave an air of youth and glad- ness . It is true that for a ...
... beautiful front , to which the new feel- ing for a purely domestic architecture - ⚫ an architecture of security and tran- quillity , in which art could indulge it- self- - gave an air of youth and glad- ness . It is true that for a ...
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... beautiful habitation of his exile in order to erect a better one . With Gaston d'Orléans , however , who lived there without dignity , the history of the Château de Blois declines . Its interest- ing period is that of the wars of ...
... beautiful habitation of his exile in order to erect a better one . With Gaston d'Orléans , however , who lived there without dignity , the history of the Château de Blois declines . Its interest- ing period is that of the wars of ...
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Page 273 - If any one attempts to haul down the American flag, shoot him on the spot.
Page 53 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!
Page 341 - Blew mimic hootings to the silent owls, That they might answer him. — And they would shout Across the watery vale, and shout again, Responsive to his call, — with quivering peals, And long halloos, and screams, and echoes loud Redoubled and redoubled; concourse wild Of jocund din!
Page 52 - Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge And sheds the freshening dew, and, lovelier still, The pensive Pleasures sweet, Prepare thy shadowy car.
Page 51 - You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own ; What are you when the rose is blown ? So, when my mistress shall be seen In form and beauty of her mind, By virtue first, then choice, a Queen, Tell me, if she were not design'd Th...
Page 340 - When he heard the owls at midnight, Hooting, laughing in the forest, "What is that ?" he cried, in terror ; "What is that?" he said, "Nokomis ?" And the good Nokomis answered : " That is but the owl and owlet, Talking in their native language, Talking, scolding at each other.
Page 341 - There was a roaring in the wind all night; The rain came heavily and fell in floods; But now the sun is rising calm and bright; The birds are singing in the distant woods; Over his own sweet voice the Stock-dove broods; The Jay makes answer as the Magpie chatters; And all the air is filled with pleasant noise of waters.
Page 56 - Some have too much, yet still do crave; I little have, and seek no more. They are but poor, though much they have, And I am rich with little store: They poor, I rich; they beg, I give; They lack, I leave; they pine, I live.
Page 335 - He is the poet of the dawn, who wrote The Canterbury Tales, and his old age Made beautiful with song; and as I read I hear the crowing cock, I hear the note Of lark and linnet, and from every page Rise odors of ploughed field or flowery mead.
Page 55 - Take me away, and in the lowest deep There let me be, And there in hope the lone night-watches keep, Told out for me. There, motionless and happy in my pain, Lone, not forlorn, — There will I sing my sad perpetual strain, Until the morn. There will I sing, and soothe my stricken breast, Which ne'er can cease To throb, and pine, and languish, till possest Of its sole Peace. There will I sing my absent Lord and Love...