The Eagle: A Magazine, 第 5〜6 巻W. Metcalfe, 1867 |
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... travels in Calabria ; it is now a well - known story , but I cannot resist the temptation of telling it once more in his own words , and it will give some idea of · his powers of description . He was travelling with Paul Louis Courier . 11.
... travels in Calabria ; it is now a well - known story , but I cannot resist the temptation of telling it once more in his own words , and it will give some idea of · his powers of description . He was travelling with Paul Louis Courier . 11.
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... tell you my feelings ? I stood scarcely able to breathe , every limb cold as marble ; you could hardly have told whether I was dead or alive . Good heavens ! to think of it even now . Our two selves almost without arms , against a dozen ...
... tell you my feelings ? I stood scarcely able to breathe , every limb cold as marble ; you could hardly have told whether I was dead or alive . Good heavens ! to think of it even now . Our two selves almost without arms , against a dozen ...
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... Levites go up to the altar . " Still the king stands stern and still ; one deep shudder alone telling that his gloomy immoveable despair is not the silence of death . The bright young bard lifts up his voice and sings 20 Robert Browning .
... Levites go up to the altar . " Still the king stands stern and still ; one deep shudder alone telling that his gloomy immoveable despair is not the silence of death . The bright young bard lifts up his voice and sings 20 Robert Browning .
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... tell himself how he entered the convent- I was a baby when my mother died , And father died and left me in the street . I starved there , God knows how , a year or two On fig - skins , melon - parings , rinds and shucks , Refuse and ...
... tell himself how he entered the convent- I was a baby when my mother died , And father died and left me in the street . I starved there , God knows how , a year or two On fig - skins , melon - parings , rinds and shucks , Refuse and ...
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... tell That Sir Rowland was got up a wonderful swell . Thus gaily attired he set off to the palace In which with her father resided his Alice . He rubbed up the speeches so often he'd tried on Occasions like these ; he was well up in ...
... tell That Sir Rowland was got up a wonderful swell . Thus gaily attired he set off to the palace In which with her father resided his Alice . He rubbed up the speeches so often he'd tried on Occasions like these ; he was well up in ...
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282 ページ - For woman is not undevelopt man, But diverse : could we make her as the man, Sweet Love were slain : his dearest bond is this, Not like to like, but like in difference. Yet in the long years liker must they grow ; The man be more of woman, she of man ; He gain in sweetness and in moral height, Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world ; She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care, Nor lose the childlike in the larger mind ; Till at the last she set herself to man, Like perfect music unto...
139 ページ - But look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill...
167 ページ - But fly our paths, our feverish contact fly ! For strong the infection of our mental strife, Which, though it gives no bliss, yet spoils for rest ; And we should win thee from thy own fair life, Like us distracted, and like us unblest.
285 ページ - Not as their friend or child I speak! But as on some far northern strand, Thinking of his own Gods, a Greek In pity and mournful awe might stand Before some fallen Runic stone — For both were faiths, and both are gone.
173 ページ - And this place our forefathers made for man! This is the process of our love and wisdom, To each poor brother who offends against us — Most innocent, perhaps — and what if guilty? Is this the only cure? Merciful God? Each pore and natural outlet shrivell'd up By ignorance and parching poverty, His energies roll back upon his heart, And stagnate and corrupt; till changed to poison, They break out on him, like a loathsome plague-spot; Then we call in our pamper'd mountebanks — And this is their...
158 ページ - There is a stern round tower of other days, Firm as a fortress, with its fence of stone, Such as an army's baffled strength delays, Standing with half its battlements alone, And with two thousand years of ivy grown, The garland of eternity, where wave The green leaves over all by time o'erthrown ; — 4 What was this tower of strength? within its cave What treasure lay so lock'd, so hid? — A woman's grave.
163 ページ - Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive Against thy mother aught; leave her to heaven, And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge To prick and sting her.
89 ページ - ... myself. I am sure if I had seen a ghost, I should have looked in the very same manner, and done just as he did. And then, to be sure, in that scene, as you called it, between him and his mother, where you told me he acted so fine, why, Lord help me, any man, that is any good man, that had such a mother, would have done exactly the same.
25 ページ - ... fig-skins, melon-parings, rinds and shucks, Refuse and rubbish. One fine frosty day, My stomach being empty as your hat, The wind doubled me up and down I went. Old Aunt Lapaccia trussed me with one hand, (Its fellow was a stinger as I knew) And so along the wall, over the bridge, By the straight cut to the convent. Six words there, While I stood munching my first bread that month : 'So, boy, you're minded...
246 ページ - Far, far from here, The Adriatic breaks in a warm bay Among the green Illyrian hills ; and there The sunshine in the happy glens is fair, And by the sea, and in the brakes. The grass is cool, the sea-side air Buoyant and fresh, the mountain flowers More virginal and sweet than ours.