Littell's Living Age, Volume 266Living Age Company, Incorporated, 1910 |
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... England who un- derstands them better . More than once he has interpreted their secret sentiments to his home - keeping fellow- countrymen with real justice and in- sight . He has never hidden the in- tensity of his pride in being an ...
... England who un- derstands them better . More than once he has interpreted their secret sentiments to his home - keeping fellow- countrymen with real justice and in- sight . He has never hidden the in- tensity of his pride in being an ...
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... England , without exactly saying the words , that the King had been received with en- thusiasm ; but all knew he had not been . That he had not been hissed was such a relief to them that in the fever of turning out copy this negative ...
... England , without exactly saying the words , that the King had been received with en- thusiasm ; but all knew he had not been . That he had not been hissed was such a relief to them that in the fever of turning out copy this negative ...
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... England saw it . Sil- ver had a natural love for the simple beauties of earth , and would willingly spend his leisure time amidst the inno- cence of flowers . The evening was warm and full of dreamy peace ; the colors of the petals ...
... England saw it . Sil- ver had a natural love for the simple beauties of earth , and would willingly spend his leisure time amidst the inno- cence of flowers . The evening was warm and full of dreamy peace ; the colors of the petals ...
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... England's greatest poet was born on the 23rd of April 1564. Thousands visit the old sandstone church among the lime and elm trees beside the sil- very Avon , where , on the 26th of April , 1564 , the baby was baptized by the name of ...
... England's greatest poet was born on the 23rd of April 1564. Thousands visit the old sandstone church among the lime and elm trees beside the sil- very Avon , where , on the 26th of April , 1564 , the baby was baptized by the name of ...
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... England a more harmless little corn- field weed could not be found ; but on the heavy soil of the Midlands it is positively " rank " and becomes a for- midable field pest . Again , the crops of rye largely grown round Stratford in ...
... England a more harmless little corn- field weed could not be found ; but on the heavy soil of the Midlands it is positively " rank " and becomes a for- midable field pest . Again , the crops of rye largely grown round Stratford in ...
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Page 115 - So nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is God to man, When Duty whispers low, Thou must, The youth replies, I can.
Page 56 - And bade me creep past. No ! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness and cold. For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, And the elements...
Page 361 - Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night : It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden ; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be, Ere one can say — It lightens.
Page 362 - My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
Page 21 - I am as sorry as if the original fault had been my fault, because myself have seen his demeanour no less civil than he excellent in the quality he professes: besides, divers of worship have reported his uprightness of dealing which argues his honesty, and his facetious grace in writing, that approves his art.
Page 712 - Advocate MacKenyie, who, for his worldly wit and wisdom had been to the rest as a god. And there was Claverhouse, as beautiful as when he lived, with his long, dark, curled locks streaming down over his laced buffcoat, and his left hand always on his right spuleblade, to hide the wound that the silver bullet had made.
Page 371 - I hear of poets' fury* tell, But (God wot) wot not what they mean by it: And this I swear by blackest brook of hell, I am no pick-purse of another's wit. How falls it then, that with so smooth an ease My thoughts I speak, and what I speak doth flow In verse, and that my verse best wits doth please? Guess we the cause: "What, is it thus?
Page 712 - And mony, mony mair were coming and ganging, a' as busy in their vocation as if they had been alive. Sir Robert Redgauntlet, in the midst of a' this fearful riot, cried, wi' a voice like thunder, on Steenie Piper to come to the board-head where he was sitting, his legs stretched out before him, and swathed up with flannel, with his holster pistols aside him, while the great broadsword rested against...
Page 712 - There was the fierce Middleton, and the dissolute Rothes, and the crafty Lauderdale; and Dalyell, with his bald head and a beard to his girdle; and Earlshall, with Cameron's blude on his hand; and wild Bonshaw, that tied blessed Mr. Cargill's limbs till the blude sprung; and Dumbarton Douglas, the twiceturned traitor baith to country and king.
Page 706 - I am wishing ill to little Harry, or to the babe that's yet to be born — God forbid, and make them kind to the poor, and better folk than their father ! — And now, ride e'en your ways ; for these are the last words ye'll ever hear Meg Merrilies speak, and this is the last reise that I'll ever cut in the bonny woods of Ellangowan.