Littell's Living Age, Volum 125Living Age Company, Incorporated, 1875 |
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... sure which it is astonishing that so many witnessed or caused the revolutions of 1830 can endure , and perhaps more astonish- and 1848 ; and these in their turn gave birthing still that so many are found passion- to those still punier ...
... sure which it is astonishing that so many witnessed or caused the revolutions of 1830 can endure , and perhaps more astonish- and 1848 ; and these in their turn gave birthing still that so many are found passion- to those still punier ...
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... sure that asceticism is not itous self - denial or self - infliction the the form which religion is apt to take in voluntary renunciation of enjoyment or sensual minds ; the nature that over - es- endurance of pain where no duty com ...
... sure that asceticism is not itous self - denial or self - infliction the the form which religion is apt to take in voluntary renunciation of enjoyment or sensual minds ; the nature that over - es- endurance of pain where no duty com ...
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... sure ! " And the excellent lady began her nap . As the afternoon wore away , Hilary grew more and more impatient of his long confinement . Not only that he pined for the open air - as , of course , he must do , after living so long with ...
... sure ! " And the excellent lady began her nap . As the afternoon wore away , Hilary grew more and more impatient of his long confinement . Not only that he pined for the open air - as , of course , he must do , after living so long with ...
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... sure , I was scared as much as you were . " " Now , if I could only believe that , " said Alice , " my self - respect would soon return ; for you do not seem likely to be frightened very easily . " In the midst of all this autumn ...
... sure , I was scared as much as you were . " " Now , if I could only believe that , " said Alice , " my self - respect would soon return ; for you do not seem likely to be frightened very easily . " In the midst of all this autumn ...
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... sure that Antonio was not right , and that the shabby grace " I am presumptuous , " he said , " and of the darned green gown was not more yet I must persist in my presumption . becoming than all the delicate silk and Dear lady , tell me ...
... sure that Antonio was not right , and that the shabby grace " I am presumptuous , " he said , " and of the darned green gown was not more yet I must persist in my presumption . becoming than all the delicate silk and Dear lady , tell me ...
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Side 318 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine: But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Side 318 - ... an inward prompting which now grew daily upon me, that by labor and intent study, which I take to be my portion in this life, joined with the strong propensity of nature, I might perhaps leave something so written to after times, as they should not willingly let it die.
Side 189 - Other Worlds than Ours ; The Plurality of Worlds Studied under the Light of Recent Scientific Researches.
Side 127 - Ilias, the other in his Odysseis : then Virgil, whose like intention was to doe in the person of...
Side 282 - tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played, Their thoughts I cannot measure: — But the least motion which they made It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there.
Side 263 - Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep if Atticus were he?
Side 319 - It is more probable therefore, that not the endless delight of speculation, but this very consideration of that, great commandment does not press forward, as soon as many do, to undergo, but keeps off with a sacred reverence and religious advisement how best to undergo; not taking thought of being late, so it give advantage to be more fit...
Side 192 - For thus saith the Lord that created the heavens; God himself that formed the earth and made it; he hath established it, he created it not in vain, he formed it to be inhabited: I am the Lord; and there is none else.
Side 319 - Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth That I to manhood am arrived so near; And inward ripeness doth much less appear, That some more timely-happy spirits endu'th.
Side 556 - The glaciers creep Like snakes that watch their prey, from their far fountains, Slow rolling on; there, many a precipice, Frost and the Sun in scorn of mortal power Have piled: dome, pyramid, and pinnacle, A city of death, distinct with many a tower And wall impregnable of beaming ice. Yet not a city, but a flood of ruin Is there, that from the boundaries of the sky Rolls its perpetual stream...