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... Paris , where was sit- ting the Convention that was to give France equality and liberty , and happiness to all her people . Gil d'Arblay walked slowly along the deserted streets of the 8 [ No. 565 The Yale Literary Magazine .
... Paris , where was sit- ting the Convention that was to give France equality and liberty , and happiness to all her people . Gil d'Arblay walked slowly along the deserted streets of the 8 [ No. 565 The Yale Literary Magazine .
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Gil d'Arblay walked slowly along the deserted streets of the village , through the afternoon's brightness and sun- shine , with a feeling that he had never known before tug- ging at his heart . For , as I have said , he was no coward ...
Gil d'Arblay walked slowly along the deserted streets of the village , through the afternoon's brightness and sun- shine , with a feeling that he had never known before tug- ging at his heart . For , as I have said , he was no coward ...
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... streets of Florence , amid the sobs and lamentations of a people ? Or , are you the unknown Smeralda Bandinelli ? · But what does it matter who you are ? Let it suffice that in the Florentine streets or at the Medici court , under ...
... streets of Florence , amid the sobs and lamentations of a people ? Or , are you the unknown Smeralda Bandinelli ? · But what does it matter who you are ? Let it suffice that in the Florentine streets or at the Medici court , under ...
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... streets below , as to the beating of a labouring heart . And I turn away full of a tear- less sorrow , a desire for something unknown , the melancholy of an idle imagination . But to - day the breeze blows clear from the land , carrying ...
... streets below , as to the beating of a labouring heart . And I turn away full of a tear- less sorrow , a desire for something unknown , the melancholy of an idle imagination . But to - day the breeze blows clear from the land , carrying ...
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... street below . Surrounded by such society , it is not strange that Raskolni- koff should have entertained a spirit of revolt against exist- ing conditions . But it is society and not the individual that he blames . For the sick , the ...
... street below . Surrounded by such society , it is not strange that Raskolni- koff should have entertained a spirit of revolt against exist- ing conditions . But it is society and not the individual that he blames . For the sick , the ...
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Seite 439 - Into the woods my Master went, Clean forspent, forspent. Into the woods my Master came, Forspent with love and shame. But the olives they were not blind to Him, The little gray leaves were kind to Him: The thorn-tree had a mind to Him When into the woods He came. Out of the woods my Master went, And He was well content. Out of the woods my Master came, Content with death and shame. When Death and Shame would woo Him last, From under the trees they drew Him last: 'Twas on a tree they slew Him —...
Seite 133 - For the Thracian ships and the foreign faces, The tongueless vigil, and all the pain.
Seite 266 - I'd say, your woes were not less keen. Your hopes more vain than those of men; Your pangs or pleasures of fifteen At forty-five played o'er again. I'd say, we suffer and we strive. Not less nor more as men than boys; With grizzled beards at forty-five, As erst at twelve in corduroys.
Seite 266 - At the usual evening hour the chapel bell began to toll, and Thomas Newcome's hands outside the bed feebly beat time. And just as the last bell struck, a peculiar sweet smile shone over his face, and he lifted up his head a little, and quickly said, " Adsum !
Seite 258 - O bruit doux de la pluie Par terre et sur les toits! Pour un cœur qui s'ennuie, O le chant de la pluie!
Seite 203 - The little skylark went up above her, all song, to the smooth southern cloud lying along the blue: from a dewy copse dark over her nodding hat the blackbird fluted, calling to her with thrice mellow note: the kingfisher flashed emerald out of green osiers: a bow-winged heron travelled aloft, seeking solitude: a boat slipped toward her, containing a dreamy youth...
Seite 258 - Quoi! nulle trahison? Ce deuil est sans raison. C'est bien la pire peine De ne savoir pourquoi. Sans amour et sans haine, Mon cœur a tant de peine.
Seite 266 - Come wealth or want, come good or ill, Let young and old accept their part, And bow before the Awful Will, And bear it with an honest heart, Who misses or who wins the prize. — Go, lose or conquer as you can ; But if you fail, or if you rise, Be each, pray God, a gentleman.
Seite 276 - What is so sweet and dear As a prosperous morn in May, The confident prime of the day, And the dauntless youth of the year, When nothing that asks for bliss, Asking aright, is denied, And half of the world a bridegroom is, And half of the world a bride...
Seite 53 - Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; Who, born for the universe, narrowed his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind.