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... voice from 340 , 411 146 Mushroom , mammoth one St. Ursula and her virgins 85 147 St. Vincent de Paul , the philanthropist 68 Science in France 84 Scindiah's Mahratta camp , visit to 40 Naples , letter from 358 Scio , island of 237 ...
... voice from 340 , 411 146 Mushroom , mammoth one St. Ursula and her virgins 85 147 St. Vincent de Paul , the philanthropist 68 Science in France 84 Scindiah's Mahratta camp , visit to 40 Naples , letter from 358 Scio , island of 237 ...
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... Voice from St. Helena 340 , 411 Stephens , Alexander 488 Voyage of discovery 207 Stephensiana Steward of Balachulish 221 Stewart , the pedestrian 303 Waddington's travels in Ethiopia 394 Storm - ship , by Geoffrey Crayon , Gent . 214 ...
... Voice from St. Helena 340 , 411 Stephens , Alexander 488 Voyage of discovery 207 Stephensiana Steward of Balachulish 221 Stewart , the pedestrian 303 Waddington's travels in Ethiopia 394 Storm - ship , by Geoffrey Crayon , Gent . 214 ...
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... voice of joy be found- Unless to harmonize the shade , The Nightingale's soft warbled lay Pours melting melody around . The Persian writers frequently com- pare their poets to nightingales ; and , indeed , Hafez has acquired the con ...
... voice of joy be found- Unless to harmonize the shade , The Nightingale's soft warbled lay Pours melting melody around . The Persian writers frequently com- pare their poets to nightingales ; and , indeed , Hafez has acquired the con ...
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... voice , which they endea- vour to answer by their warblings , with such violent efforts , that I have ( he continues ) beheld some of them fall , as if entranced , at the feet of a person who possessed what is called a night- ingale ...
... voice , which they endea- vour to answer by their warblings , with such violent efforts , that I have ( he continues ) beheld some of them fall , as if entranced , at the feet of a person who possessed what is called a night- ingale ...
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... voice was hushed ; the reversed arms of the mil- itary rung with an instantaneous clang on the marble pavement , as they sank on the ground , and all was still as death . This did not last above two minutes . The Host was swallowed ...
... voice was hushed ; the reversed arms of the mil- itary rung with an instantaneous clang on the marble pavement , as they sank on the ground , and all was still as death . This did not last above two minutes . The Host was swallowed ...
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Page 262 - We are not of Alice, nor of thee, nor are we children at all. The children of Alice call Bartrum father. We are nothing ; less than nothing ; and dreams. We are only what might have been, and must wait upon the tedious shores of Lethe millions of ages before we have existence, and a name.
Page 262 - Then I told how for seven long years, in hope sometimes, sometimes in despair, yet persisting ever, I courted the fair Alice W n ; and, as much as children could understand, I explained to them what coyness, and difficulty, and denial meant in maidens — when suddenly, turning to Alice, the soul of the first Alice looked out at her eyes with such a reality of re-presentment, that I became in doubt which of them stood there before me, or whose that bright hair was...
Page 223 - Here lies Fred, Who was alive, and is dead. Had it been his father, I had much rather. Had it been his brother, Still better than another. Had it been his sister, No one would have missed her. Had it been the whole generation, Still better for the nation. But since 't is only Fred, Who was alive, and is dead, There's no more to be said.
Page 262 - I was lame-footed; and how when he died, though he had not been dead an hour, it seemed as if he had died a great while ago, such a distance there is betwixt life and death...
Page 319 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Page 261 - ... carried away to the owner's other house, where they were set up, and looked as awkward as if some one were to carry away the old tombs they had seen lately at the abbey, and stick them up in Lady C.'s tawdry gilt drawing-room. Here John smiled, as much as to say, " That would be foolish indeed.
Page 261 - ... or in lying about upon the fresh grass, with all the fine garden smells around me — or basking in the orangery, till I could almost fancy myself ripening too along with the oranges and the limes in that grateful warmth — or in watching the dace that darted to and fro in the fish-pond, at the bottom of the garden, with here and there a great sulky pike hanging midway down the water in silent state, as if it mocked at their impertinent friskings...
Page 200 - Cupid and my Campaspe played At cards for kisses — Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows; Loses them too; then down he throws The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (but none knows how), With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin; All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me?
Page 250 - tis her privilege Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy...
Page 261 - CHILDREN love to listen to stories about their elders, when they were children ; to stretch their imagination to the conception of a traditionary great-uncle or grandame whom they never saw.