The Living Age, Volume 272Living Age Company, 1912 |
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... Telling , The Art of 440 Von Aehrenthal , Count , After ? After ?. 820 Strikes . By G. 515 Supersensual 770 Ward's Novels , Mrs. Humphry . Taft's Policies and Rivals , Pres- By Stephen Gwynn . 323 Weather , Telling the 309 ident 438 Telling ...
... Telling , The Art of 440 Von Aehrenthal , Count , After ? After ?. 820 Strikes . By G. 515 Supersensual 770 Ward's Novels , Mrs. Humphry . Taft's Policies and Rivals , Pres- By Stephen Gwynn . 323 Weather , Telling the 309 ident 438 Telling ...
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... Tell me , Fancy , sweetest child . Of thy parents and thy birth ; Had they silk , and had they gold , And a park to wander forth , With a castle green and old ? In a cottage I was born , My kind father was Content , My dear mother ...
... Tell me , Fancy , sweetest child . Of thy parents and thy birth ; Had they silk , and had they gold , And a park to wander forth , With a castle green and old ? In a cottage I was born , My kind father was Content , My dear mother ...
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... tell us ? " but " how can you help us to live ? " On That is the link between him and Mr. Roosevelt . They are Realists both . Names do not satisfy them . Words are nothing unless action follows . the other hand , neither Roosevelt nor ...
... tell us ? " but " how can you help us to live ? " On That is the link between him and Mr. Roosevelt . They are Realists both . Names do not satisfy them . Words are nothing unless action follows . the other hand , neither Roosevelt nor ...
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... tell the story of the plague as though he had been an eye - witness , when in truth he was only six years old in the terrible year of its occur- rence . But his chronicle is essen- tially accurate , for he had access to genuine diaries ...
... tell the story of the plague as though he had been an eye - witness , when in truth he was only six years old in the terrible year of its occur- rence . But his chronicle is essen- tially accurate , for he had access to genuine diaries ...
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... tell him so without being downright rude . He was an amiable and , in some directions , an intelligent young man , but socially he was not quick in the up - take . discoursed eruditely of snow blindness till they got to the boot shop ...
... tell him so without being downright rude . He was an amiable and , in some directions , an intelligent young man , but socially he was not quick in the up - take . discoursed eruditely of snow blindness till they got to the boot shop ...
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Page 194 - While round the armed bands Did clap their bloody hands ; He nothing common did, or mean, Upon that memorable scene, But with his keener eye The axe's edge did try ; Nor called the gods with vulgar spite To vindicate his helpless right, But bowed his comely head Down, as upon a bed.
Page 477 - And she brought forth her first-born son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.
Page 189 - He asked water, and she gave him milk; She brought forth butter in a lordly dish. She put her hand to the nail, And her right hand to the workman's hammer; And with the hammer she smote Sisera, She smote off his head, When she had pierced and stricken through his temples. At her feet he bowed, he fell, he lay down: At her feet he bowed, he fell: Where he bowed, there he fell down dead.
Page 189 - The mother of Sisera looked out at a window and cried through the lattice Why is his chariot so long in coming? why tarry the wheels of his chariots?
Page 652 - Now was I come up in Spirit through the flaming sword, into the paradise of God. All things were new; and all the creation gave another smell unto me than before, beyond what words can utter.
Page 189 - I shall see him, but not now ; I shall behold him, but not nigh : there shall come a Star out of Jacob, and a Sceptre shall rise out of Israel, and shall smite the corners of Moab, and destroy all the children of Sheth.
Page 193 - Take the cloak from his face, and at first Let the corpse do its worst. How he lies in his rights of a man ! Death has done all death can. And absorbed in the new life he leads, He recks not, he heeds Nor his wrong nor my vengeance — both strike On his senses alike, And are lost in the solemn and strange Surprise of the change. Ha, what avails death to erase His offence, my disgrace? I would we were boys as of old In the field, by the fold— His outrage, God's patience, man's scorn Were so easily...
Page 275 - ... own. The lady in question, at all events, with her slightly Michaelangelesque squareness, her eyes of other days, her full lips, her long neck, her recorded jewels, her brocaded and wasted reds, was a very great personage — only unaccompanied by a joy. And she was dead, dead, dead. Milly recognised her exactly in words that had nothing to do with her. " I shall never be better than this.
Page 189 - Curst be the heart that thought the thought, And curst the hand that fired the shot, When in my arms burd Helen dropt, And died to succour me ! O think na ye my heart was sair When my Love dropt down and spak nae mair ! There did she swoon wi' meikle care On fair Kirconnell lea.
Page 194 - A SLUMBER did my spirit seal ; I had no human fears : She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force ; She neither hears nor sees ; Rolled round in earth's diurnal course, With rocks, and stones, and trees.