Littell's Living Age, Volum 177Living Age Company, Incorporated, 1888 |
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Side 15
... turned round and faced me , raised her hands in a sup- plicating attitude , and whispered rather than spoke , " Lord of the spirits , be mer- ciful to me and to my father's house , for we are all your slaves to do with as you will ...
... turned round and faced me , raised her hands in a sup- plicating attitude , and whispered rather than spoke , " Lord of the spirits , be mer- ciful to me and to my father's house , for we are all your slaves to do with as you will ...
Side 16
... turned upon the doings of the " thought - readers , " whose performances were creating some stir at the time . My friend , whose name was Inglott , said that he did not believe it possible for any man to tell what was passing in the ...
... turned upon the doings of the " thought - readers , " whose performances were creating some stir at the time . My friend , whose name was Inglott , said that he did not believe it possible for any man to tell what was passing in the ...
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... turned to my master and prayed him to help me to win her . He laughed and whispered , “ Poor fool ! she is a spirit , and you are a man . What has she to do with mere mortals , and what will it profit you to win a shadow ? " But his ...
... turned to my master and prayed him to help me to win her . He laughed and whispered , “ Poor fool ! she is a spirit , and you are a man . What has she to do with mere mortals , and what will it profit you to win a shadow ? " But his ...
Side 22
... turned round , and , with a bright smile of remembrance , looked at me and said , “ I am so glad you have come among us ! I was thinking of you just before you came , for I thought I saw you here some time ago , and wondered if I was ...
... turned round , and , with a bright smile of remembrance , looked at me and said , “ I am so glad you have come among us ! I was thinking of you just before you came , for I thought I saw you here some time ago , and wondered if I was ...
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... turned swiftly upon him with a furious gesture of wild rage and despair ; but before he could reach him , he fell to the ground at his feet , the blood streaming from his mouth , and a bitter curse upon his lips . He never spoke again ...
... turned swiftly upon him with a furious gesture of wild rage and despair ; but before he could reach him , he fell to the ground at his feet , the blood streaming from his mouth , and a bitter curse upon his lips . He never spoke again ...
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Side 224 - ... there's a divinity that shapes our ends, rough hew them how we will.
Side 516 - Who, though so noble, share in the world's toil, And, though so task'd, keep free from dust and soil ! I will not say that your mild deeps retain A tinge, it may be, of their silent pain Who have long'd deeply once, and long'd in vain — But I will rather say that you remain A world above man's head, to let him see How boundless might his soul's horizons be, How vast, yet of what clear transparency ! How it were good to abide there, and breathe free ; How fair a lot to fill Is left to each man still...
Side 515 - But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world.
Side 411 - Adorable dreamer, whose heart has been so romantic ! who hast given thyself so prodigally, given thyself to sides and to heroes not mine, only never to the Philistines! home of lost causes, and forsaken beliefs, and unpopular' names, and impossible loyalties...
Side 105 - Perhaps the strongest feature in his character was prudence, never acting until every circumstance, every consideration, was maturely weighed; refraining if he saw a doubt, but, when once decided, going through with his purpose, whatever obstacles opposed. His integrity was most pure, his justice the most inflexible I have ever known, no motives of interest or consanguinity, of friendship or hatred, being able to bias his decision. He was, indeed, in every sense of the words, a wise, a good, and...
Side 513 - But if there be no resurrection of the dead, then is Christ not risen. And if Christ be not risen, then is our preaching vain, and your faith is also vain.
Side 105 - His mind was great and powerful, without being of the very * first order; his penetration strong, though not so acute as that of a Newton, Bacon, or Locke, and as far as he saw, no judgment was ever sounder. It was slow in operation, being little aided by invention or imagination, but sure in conclusion.
Side 272 - ... the power of conduct, the power of intellect and knowledge, the power of beauty, and the power of social life and manners...
Side 4 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long : And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad ; The nights are wholesome ; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Side 4 - But, look, the morn in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill.