THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH1908 |
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1.–5. rezultāts no 32.
. lappuse
... lyric . - To his biographer , curiously inquiring into the vanished days of that singularly fortunate life , the image that over- lays all others is that of " Tom Bailey , " the bad boy , who was yet " not such a very bad boy . " The ...
... lyric . - To his biographer , curiously inquiring into the vanished days of that singularly fortunate life , the image that over- lays all others is that of " Tom Bailey , " the bad boy , who was yet " not such a very bad boy . " The ...
21. lappuse
... lyrics than with ledgers . And his uncle used humorously to complain that he would always be found studying Spanish or ... lyric or two every day before going downtown . " But if we would savor to the full the quality of those happy hall ...
... lyrics than with ledgers . And his uncle used humorously to complain that he would always be found studying Spanish or ... lyric or two every day before going downtown . " But if we would savor to the full the quality of those happy hall ...
35. lappuse
... fered no abatement . He continued to turn out fluent lyrics of the vers de société type , with an occasional venture in a deeper vein . Whoever would read these now must seek them in old files of the " Atlas , " THE HALL BEDROOM 35.
... fered no abatement . He continued to turn out fluent lyrics of the vers de société type , with an occasional venture in a deeper vein . Whoever would read these now must seek them in old files of the " Atlas , " THE HALL BEDROOM 35.
51. lappuse
... lyric , " The Robin , " will be in the October number . I am forty lines into a blank - verse story . So you see I have been doing better things than writing letters . Is the " little party " with you yet ? Has she been writing great ...
... lyric , " The Robin , " will be in the October number . I am forty lines into a blank - verse story . So you see I have been doing better things than writing letters . Is the " little party " with you yet ? Has she been writing great ...
53. lappuse
... lyric . Mine is ' Piscataqua ' of 1860. With all their beauties the others play mostly in the realm of Fancy ; but this lives , moves , and has its being in the realm of Imagination , ' clothing the palpable and familiar with golden ...
... lyric . Mine is ' Piscataqua ' of 1860. With all their beauties the others play mostly in the realm of Fancy ; but this lives , moves , and has its being in the realm of Imagination , ' clothing the palpable and familiar with golden ...
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244. lappuse - Tis more to guide, than spur the Muse's steed; Restrain his fury, than provoke his speed; The winged courser, like a gen'rous horse, Shows most true mettle when you check his course.
250. lappuse - Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are! Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky.
254. lappuse - MEMORY My mind lets go a thousand things, Like dates of wars and deaths of kings, And yet recalls the very hour — 'Twas noon by yonder village tower, And on the last blue noon in May — The wind came briskly up this way, Crisping the brook beside the road ; Then, pausing here, set down its load Of pine-scents, and shook listlessly Two petals from that wild-rose tree.
98. lappuse - I who trimmed and trained and schooled me patiently until he changed me from an awkward utterer of coarse grotesquenesses to a writer of paragraphs and chapters that have found a certain favor in the eyes of even some of the very decentest people in the land...
28. lappuse - At last he came, the messenger, The messenger from unseen lands : And what did dainty Baby Bell? She only crossed her little hands, She only looked more meek and fair! We parted back her silken hair, We wove the roses round her brow, — White buds, the summer's drifted snow, Wrapt her from head to foot in flowers! And thus went dainty Baby Bell Out of this world of ours!.
6. lappuse - In Grantham church they lie asleep; Just where, the verger may not know. Strange that two hundred years should keep The old ancestral fires aglow ! In me these two have met again ; To each my nature owes a part: To one, the cool and reasoning brain; To one, the quick, unreasoning heart.
14. lappuse - Robinson Crusoe.' The thrill that ran into my fingers' ends then has not run out yet. Many a time did I steal up to this nest of a room, and, taking the dog's-eared volume from its shelf, glide off into an enchanted realm, where there were no lessons to get and no boys to smash my kite.
81. lappuse - Boston : but then he could n't do it in New York, unless he turned journalist. The people of Boston are full-blooded readers, appreciative, trained. The humblest man of letters has a position here which he does n't have in New York.
45. lappuse - ... Bohemia took his pipe out to break in upon me with "Oh, a couple of shysters!" and the rest laughed, I was abashed all they could have wished, and was not restored to myself till one of them said that the thought of Boston made him as ugly as sin; then I began to hope again that men who took themselves so seriously as that need not be taken very seriously by me.
238. lappuse - Their fireside joys and griefs are thine Thou speakest to them of their dead, They listen and are comforted. They break the bread and pour the wine Of life with thee, as in those days Men saw thee passing on the street Beneath the elms...