LucileChapman and Hall, 1860 - 361 lappuses |
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1.–5. rezultāts no 29.
18. lappuse
... sweet as a tune that one knows . Something in her there was , set you thinking of those • Strange backgrounds of Raphael . . that hectic and deep Brief twilight in which southern suns fall asleep . Coquette ? COUSIN JOHN . LORD ALFRED ...
... sweet as a tune that one knows . Something in her there was , set you thinking of those • Strange backgrounds of Raphael . . that hectic and deep Brief twilight in which southern suns fall asleep . Coquette ? COUSIN JOHN . LORD ALFRED ...
39. lappuse
... sweet sports . in council those mountains look'd down , Impassive , each king in his purple and crown . Lord Alfred ( by this on his journeyings far ) Was pensively puffing his Lopez cigar , And brokenly humming an old opera strain ...
... sweet sports . in council those mountains look'd down , Impassive , each king in his purple and crown . Lord Alfred ( by this on his journeyings far ) Was pensively puffing his Lopez cigar , And brokenly humming an old opera strain ...
54. lappuse
... sweet and so sour ! He had thought too , of glory , and fortune , and power : Thought of love , and the country , and sympathy , and A poet's asylum in some distant land : Thought of man in the abstract , and woman , no doubt , In ...
... sweet and so sour ! He had thought too , of glory , and fortune , and power : Thought of love , and the country , and sympathy , and A poet's asylum in some distant land : Thought of man in the abstract , and woman , no doubt , In ...
57. lappuse
... sweet self - surprise - she is loved , and she loves ! XXXVII . A stone's throw from thence , through the large lime - trees peep'd , In a garden of roses , a white châlet , steep'd In the moonbeams . The windows oped down to the lawn ...
... sweet self - surprise - she is loved , and she loves ! XXXVII . A stone's throw from thence , through the large lime - trees peep'd , In a garden of roses , a white châlet , steep'd In the moonbeams . The windows oped down to the lawn ...
66. lappuse
... sweet self on the loved , had her life but been blended With some man's whose heart had her own compre- hended , All its wealth at his feet would have lavishly thrown . For him she had then been ambitious alone ; For him had aspired ...
... sweet self on the loved , had her life but been blended With some man's whose heart had her own compre- hended , All its wealth at his feet would have lavishly thrown . For him she had then been ambitious alone ; For him had aspired ...
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Alfred Vargrave answer'd appear'd aught beauty Bigorre bosom bow'd breast brow Countess COUSIN JOHN dark dear deep door doubt dream Duc de Luvois Duke earth emotion enter'd Eugène de Luvois Euroclydon exclaim'd eyes face fail'd faint fair feel felt fix'd follow'd France gaze genius grief hand hath heard heart heaven hope lady life's light lips live lone look look'd LORD ALFRED Lucile de Nevers man's Matilda milord mountain murmur'd neath night nosegay o'er once pain pale Paradise Bird pass'd passion perchance Pyrenees reach'd replied reveal'd rose round Saint Saviour seem'd Seraphine Serchon sigh'd sight silence Sir Ridley smile soft sorrow soul star stood strange strife sweet tears thee things thou thought thro truth turn'd Twas twill Twixt vex'd voice watch'd wife wild wind woman word yore young youth
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351. lappuse - No stream from its source Flows seaward, how lonely soever its course, But what some land is gladdened. No star ever rose And set, without influence somewhere. Who knows What earth needs from earth's lowest creature? No life Can be pure in its purpose and strong in its strife And all life not be purer and stronger thereby.
51. lappuse - We may live without poetry, music, and art; We may live without conscience, and live without heart ; We may live without friends ; we may live without books ; But civilized man cannot live without cooks. He may live without books, — what is knowledge but grieving ? He may live without hope, — what is hope but deceiving ? He may live without love, — what is passion but pining ? But where is the man that can live without dining ? Lord Alfred found, waiting his coming, a note From Lucile.
97. lappuse - With dread voices of power. A roused million or more Of wild echoes reluctantly rise from their hoar Immemorial ambush, and roll in the wake Of the cloud, whose reflection leaves vivid the lake.
349. lappuse - When all's over. The ways they are many and wide, ' And seldom are two ways the same. Side by side ' May we stand at the same little door when all's done ! ' The ways they are many, the end it is one.
253. lappuse - JOHN. Sit down ! A fortnight ago a report about town Made me most apprehensive. Alas, and alas ! I at once wrote and warn'd you. Well, now let that pass. A run on the Bank about five days ago Confirm'd my forebodings too terribly, though. I drove down to the city at once : found the door Of the Bank close : the Bank had stopp'd payment at four.
348. lappuse - Port, will he ask Any one of such questions ? I cannot think so ! But, 'What is the last Bill of Health you can show?
106. lappuse - How blest should we be, have I often conceived, Had we really achieved what we nearly achieved ! We but catch at the skirts of the thing we would be, And fall back on the lap of a false destiny.
347. lappuse - Decks drenched, bulwarks beaten, — drives safe into port, When the Pilot of Galilee, seen on the strand, Stretches over the waters a welcoming hand ; When, heeding no longer the sea's baffled roar, The mariner turns to his rest evermore ; What will then be the answer the helmsman must give ? Will it be . . . ' Lo our log-book ! Thus once did we live In the zones of the South ; thus we traversed the seas...
351. lappuse - The spirits of just men made perfect on high, The army of martyrs who stand by the Throne And gaze into the Face that makes glorious their own, Know this, surely, at last. Honest love, honest sorrow, Honest work for the day, honest hope for the morrow, Are these worth nothing more than the hand they make weary, The heart they have sadden'd, the life they leave dreary ? Hush ! the sevenfold heavens to the voice of the Spirit Echo : He that o'ercometh shall all things inherit.
68. lappuse - She crush'd not the nettle; For she could not ; nor would she avoid it : she tried With the weak hand of woman to thrust it aside, And it stung her. A woman is too slight a thing To trample the world without feeling its sting.