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... Women .. 361 Pouchkine , Alexander 173 .. 358 Woman's Dress , an old Doctor's Opinion on .. 33 House of Lords and Commons 97 Probation by Chess .. 275 Progress of Physiological Science 266 Young Idea - Female Education 270 Influence of ...
... Women .. 361 Pouchkine , Alexander 173 .. 358 Woman's Dress , an old Doctor's Opinion on .. 33 House of Lords and Commons 97 Probation by Chess .. 275 Progress of Physiological Science 266 Young Idea - Female Education 270 Influence of ...
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... Women .224 192 80 Love and Constancy Lovers 272 Things lost for ever 32 336 Thinness of Leaf Gold 336 Tiger frightened by a Mouse 287 384 320 Trifles 112 Marriage 31 Married Life : 192 True Poet a great gift 143 .. 80 Modern Poetry ...
... Women .224 192 80 Love and Constancy Lovers 272 Things lost for ever 32 336 Thinness of Leaf Gold 336 Tiger frightened by a Mouse 287 384 320 Trifles 112 Marriage 31 Married Life : 192 True Poet a great gift 143 .. 80 Modern Poetry ...
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... women , well clad , evidently in holiday dress . We found them to be emigrants - respectable peasants , the very bone and sinew of the country . " So , you are leaving old Ireland , " said I to a young man who had stepped on shore again ...
... women , well clad , evidently in holiday dress . We found them to be emigrants - respectable peasants , the very bone and sinew of the country . " So , you are leaving old Ireland , " said I to a young man who had stepped on shore again ...
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... women , ragged and dirty men , filled the thorough- fares . A sickly stench pervaded the narrow , crooked streets . The shops were as mean and poverty - stricken as the people ; many of them repositories of old worn - out stuffs - old ...
... women , ragged and dirty men , filled the thorough- fares . A sickly stench pervaded the narrow , crooked streets . The shops were as mean and poverty - stricken as the people ; many of them repositories of old worn - out stuffs - old ...
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... women and children sat basking themselves , " dis- coorsing " together . The streets there are noisy with talk . Womens ' heads protruded from the holes along- side the pavement , which are the openings of cellar- dwellings , often ...
... women and children sat basking themselves , " dis- coorsing " together . The streets there are noisy with talk . Womens ' heads protruded from the holes along- side the pavement , which are the openings of cellar- dwellings , often ...
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Page 323 - And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day, Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Page 323 - Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay. That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters. Not from the bards sublime. Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time.
Page 342 - Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, From garret to basement, She stood with amazement, Houseless by night. The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver, But not the dark arch, Or the black flowing river ; Mad from life's history, Glad to death's mystery Swift to be hurled — Anywhere, anywhere Out of the world ! In she plunged boldly, No matter how coldly The rough river ran.
Page 37 - Here's flowers for you: Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram ; The marigold, that goes to bed with the sun, And with him rises, weeping; these are flowers Of middle summer, and I think they are given To men of middle age.
Page 128 - For want of a nail, the shoe was lost, For want of a shoe, the horse was lost, For want of a horse, the rider was lost, For want of a rider, the battle was lost.
Page 83 - Lines Written in Early Spring I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes.
Page 342 - Through muddy impurity, As when with the daring Last look of despairing Fixed on futurity. Perishing gloomily, Spurred by contumely, Cold inhumanity, Burning insanity, Into her rest, — Cross her hands humbly, As if praying dumbly, Over her breast! Owning her weakness, Her evil behaviour, And leaving, with meekness, Her sins to her Saviour!
Page 36 - And they answered the angel of the Lord that stood among the myrtle trees, and said, 'We have walked to and fro through the earth, and, behold, all the earth sitteth still, and is at rest.
Page 108 - Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Page 225 - The silent majesty of these deep woods, Its presence shall uplift thy thoughts from earth, As to the sunshine and the pure, bright air Their tops the green trees lift. Hence gifted bards Have ever loved the calm and quiet shades. For them there was an eloquent voice in all The sylvan pomp of woods, the golden sun, The flowers, the leaves, the river on its way, Blue skies, and silver clouds, and gentle winds...