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... eyes , brown hair , and a hale , well - browned face , and somewhat loose - jointed withal . His wife is a real Spanish beauty . How we did talk and go on for three days ! I guess he is tired . I'm sure we were . He is a nerv- ous ...
... eyes , brown hair , and a hale , well - browned face , and somewhat loose - jointed withal . His wife is a real Spanish beauty . How we did talk and go on for three days ! I guess he is tired . I'm sure we were . He is a nerv- ous ...
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... eyes , a somewhat pathetic ex- pression of countenance , sincerely in- terested in all religious questions . The delicate boy she brought with her had much the same expression , and sat listen- ing with intense and silent interest to ...
... eyes , a somewhat pathetic ex- pression of countenance , sincerely in- terested in all religious questions . The delicate boy she brought with her had much the same expression , and sat listen- ing with intense and silent interest to ...
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... eyes and yellow hair , and a glorious intellect . But the truth is his Hypatia re- mains as cold as the baths of Apollo , and it is not going too far to say that she is rather repellent . Of course she might answer that she did not mean ...
... eyes and yellow hair , and a glorious intellect . But the truth is his Hypatia re- mains as cold as the baths of Apollo , and it is not going too far to say that she is rather repellent . Of course she might answer that she did not mean ...
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... eyes " I See Still , " " The Family Meeting , " " The Brothers , " and " Lines on the Death of M. S. C. , " is a critic who has as little perception of the languages of natural emotion as of the reserves and refinements of poetic art ...
... eyes " I See Still , " " The Family Meeting , " " The Brothers , " and " Lines on the Death of M. S. C. , " is a critic who has as little perception of the languages of natural emotion as of the reserves and refinements of poetic art ...
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... eyes , like the Greek brows , and embossed rather than graven by the workings of thought . The eyes themselves were light and full , of a gray- ish greenish blue , varying in color with the time of day , or with the eye of the be ...
... eyes , like the Greek brows , and embossed rather than graven by the workings of thought . The eyes themselves were light and full , of a gray- ish greenish blue , varying in color with the time of day , or with the eye of the be ...
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Page 204 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan; Where palsy shakes a few sad, last gray hairs, Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow And leaden-eyed despairs, Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow.
Page 5 - POL. Look, whether he has not turned his colour and has tears in's eyes. Prithee, no more. HAM. 'Tis well; I'll have thee speak out the rest of this soon. — Good my lord, will you see the players well bestowed? Do you hear, let them be well used, for they are the abstracts and brief chronicles of the time; after your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live.
Page 476 - My own dim life should teach me this, That life shall live for evermore, Else earth is darkness at the core, And dust and ashes all that is...
Page 407 - And thou, too, whosoe'er thou art, That readest this brief psalm, As one by one thy hopes depart Be resolute and calm. O fear not in a world like this, And thou shalt know ere long, Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be strong.
Page 416 - Nothing could have been worse for the development of my mind than Dr. Butler's school, as it was strictly classical, nothing else being taught, except a little ancient geography and history. The school as a means of education to me was simply a blank.
Page 552 - HE stood upon the world's broad threshold ; wide The din of battle and of slaughter rose ; He saw God stand upon the weaker side, That sank in seeming loss before its foes : Many there were who made great haste and sold Unto the cunning enemy their swords, He scorned their gifts of fame, and power, and gold, And, underneath their soft and flowery words, Heard the cold serpent hiss ; therefore he went And humbly joined him to the weaker part, Fanatic named, and fool, yet well content So he could be...
Page 121 - tis kindled o' nights With a semblance of flame by the chill Northern Lights. He may rank (Griswold says so) first bard of your nation, (There's no doubt that he stands in supreme ice-olation,) Your topmost Parnassus he may set his heel on, But no warm applauses come, peal following peal on...
Page 162 - ' The dominant charm of all these sonnets is the pervading presence of the writer's personality, never obtruded but always impalpably diffused. The light of a devout, gentle, and kindly spirit, a delicate and graceful fancy, a keen intelligence irradiates these thoughts.
Page 266 - I did not, however, deem myself a competent judge of Carlyle. I felt that he was a poet and that I was not ; that he was a man of intuition, which I was not ; and that as such, he not only saw many things long before me, which I could only when they were pointed out...
Page 161 - MIDNIGHT — in no midsummer tune The breakers lash the shores : The cuckoo of a joyless June Is calling out of doors : And thou hast vanish'd from thine own To that which looks like rest, True brother, only to be known By those who love thee best. Midnight — and joyless June gone by, And from the deluged park The cuckoo of a worse July Is calling thro...