Mr. Wycherly's Wards

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C. Scribner's Sons, 1912 - 366 pàgines
 

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Pàgina 232 - I have not loved the world, nor the world me, — But let us part fair foes; I do believe, Though I have found them not, that there may be Words which are things, — -hopes which will not deceive, And virtues which are merciful, nor weave Snares for the failing: I would also deem O'er others...
Pàgina 201 - He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength : He goeth on to meet the armed men. He mocketh at fear, and is not affrighted, Neither turneth he back from the sword. The quiver rattleth against him, The glittering spear and the shield. He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage; Neither believeth he that it is the sound of the trumpet. He saith among the trumpets, Ha, ha; And he smelleth the battle afar off, The thunder of the captains, and the shouting.
Pàgina 268 - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Pàgina 30 - And Cain talked with Abel his brother : and it came to pass, when they were in the field, that Cain rose up against Abel, his brother ; and slew him.
Pàgina 269 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Pàgina 227 - The mountains look on Marathon, And Marathon looks on the sea. And musing there an hour alone, I dreamed that Greece might still be free, For standing on the Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave.
Pàgina 360 - I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint. My heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels.
Pàgina 134 - But the Minds of Mortals are so different and bent on such diverse journeys that it may at first appear impossible for any common taste and fellowship to exist between two or three under these suppositions. It is however quite the contrary. Minds would leave each other in contrary directions, traverse each other in numberless points, and at last greet each other at the journey's end.
Pàgina 133 - said the starling. I stood looking at the bird; and to every person who came through the passage it ran, fluttering to the side towards which they approached it, with the same lamentation of its captivity. "I can't get out!
Pàgina 364 - JENNY kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in. Time, you thief ! who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in. Say I'm weary, say I'm sad ; Say that health and wealth have missed me ; Say I'm growing old, but add — Jenny kissed me!

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