LucileTicknor and Fields, 1868 - 261 lappuses |
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1.–5. rezultāts no 26.
10. lappuse
... least , so she was , some ten summers ago . As soft , and as sallow as Autumn - with hair Neither black , nor yet brown , but that tinge which the air Takes at eve in September , when night lingers lone ΤΟ CANTO I. LUCILE .
... least , so she was , some ten summers ago . As soft , and as sallow as Autumn - with hair Neither black , nor yet brown , but that tinge which the air Takes at eve in September , when night lingers lone ΤΟ CANTO I. LUCILE .
11. lappuse
... lone Through a vineyard , from beams of a slow - setting sun . Eyes - the wistful gazelle's ; the fine foot of a fairy ; And a hand fit a fay's wand to wave , -white and airy ; A voice soft and sweet as a tune that one knows . Something ...
... lone Through a vineyard , from beams of a slow - setting sun . Eyes - the wistful gazelle's ; the fine foot of a fairy ; And a hand fit a fay's wand to wave , -white and airy ; A voice soft and sweet as a tune that one knows . Something ...
39. lappuse
... lone cricket chirr'd ; The scent of the roses fell faint o'er the night , And the moon on the mountain was dreaming in light . Repose , and yet rapture ! that pensive wild nature Impregnate with passion in each breathing feature ! A ...
... lone cricket chirr'd ; The scent of the roses fell faint o'er the night , And the moon on the mountain was dreaming in light . Repose , and yet rapture ! that pensive wild nature Impregnate with passion in each breathing feature ! A ...
41. lappuse
... lone flight once more ' Back again in the wake of the wind she is driven- ' To be ' whelm'd in the storm , or above it to soar , ' And , if rescued from ocean , to vanish in heaven ! ' And the ship rides the waters , and weathers the ...
... lone flight once more ' Back again in the wake of the wind she is driven- ' To be ' whelm'd in the storm , or above it to soar , ' And , if rescued from ocean , to vanish in heaven ! ' And the ship rides the waters , and weathers the ...
46. lappuse
... lone woman , the last of the race left . Lucile Neither felt , nor affected , the wish to conceal The half - Eastern blood , which appear'd to bequeath ( Reveal'd now and then , though but rarely , beneath That outward repose that ...
... lone woman , the last of the race left . Lucile Neither felt , nor affected , the wish to conceal The half - Eastern blood , which appear'd to bequeath ( Reveal'd now and then , though but rarely , beneath That outward repose that ...
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26. 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.
243. lappuse - No life Can be pure in its purpose and strong in its strife And all life not be purer and stronger thereby. 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...
242. lappuse - The mission of woman on earth ! to give birth To the mercy of Heaven descending on earth. The mission of woman : permitted to bruise The head of the serpent, and sweetly infuse, Through the sorrow and sin of earth's register'd curse, The blessing which mitigates all : born to nurse, And to soothe, and to solace, to help and to heal The sick world that leans on her.
26. lappuse - O hour of all hours, the most bless'd upon earth, Blessed hour of our dinners ! The land of his birth ; The face of his first love ; the bills that he owes ; The twaddle of friends, and the venom of foes ; The sermon he heard when to church he last went; The money he borrow...
15. lappuse - The man who seeks one thing in life, and but one. May hope to achieve it before life be done ; But he who seeks all things, wherever he goes, Only reaps from the hopes which around him he sows A harvest of barren regrets.
243. lappuse - 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. 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...
149. lappuse - LUCILE. No, no ! are you blind ? Look into your own heart and home. Can you see No reason for this, save unkindness in me ? Look into the eyes of your wife — those true eyes, Too pure and too honest in aught to disguise The sweet soul shining through them. ALFRED Lucile ! (first and last Be the word, il you will !) let me speak of the past.
202. lappuse - And bold must the man be that braves the Unknown ! Not a truth has to art or to science been given, But brows have ached for it, and souls toiled and striven ; And many have striven, and many have failed, And many died, slain by the truth they assailed.
66. lappuse - Meanwhile, The sun, in his setting, sent up the last smile Of his power, to baffle the storm. And, behold ! O'er the mountains embattled, his armies, all gold, Rose and rested : while far up the dim airy crags, Its artillery silenced...