The Atlantic Monthly, Volym 65Atlantic Monthly Company, 1800 |
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... kind eyes were full of tears , and Sidney shrank from any mention of pain . The sight of her aunt's concern seemed to fill her with silent impatience ; she frowned at the fire , and for a while no one spoke . The logs had smouldered ...
... kind eyes were full of tears , and Sidney shrank from any mention of pain . The sight of her aunt's concern seemed to fill her with silent impatience ; she frowned at the fire , and for a while no one spoke . The logs had smouldered ...
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... kind - during the weekly music lesson , this con- fidential talk never seemed possible . There was a look behind those gray eyes which forbade intimacy , and sometimes made Eliza's thick little fingers tumble over each other on the keys ...
... kind - during the weekly music lesson , this con- fidential talk never seemed possible . There was a look behind those gray eyes which forbade intimacy , and sometimes made Eliza's thick little fingers tumble over each other on the keys ...
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... kind . Oh , what shall I do if I cannot make Ted a brave man ! " " Of course this young woman under- stood John's attentions to Ted ; she knew what those accidental meetings on the bridge meant to the big , slow , simple man ; but what ...
... kind . Oh , what shall I do if I cannot make Ted a brave man ! " " Of course this young woman under- stood John's attentions to Ted ; she knew what those accidental meetings on the bridge meant to the big , slow , simple man ; but what ...
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... kind , My life's blood doth decay . It cannot be That thou lov'st me , as thou say'st , If in thine my life thou waste ; Thou art the life of me . " Again , in that strange poem A Valedic- tion of Weeping , he finds her tears more than ...
... kind , My life's blood doth decay . It cannot be That thou lov'st me , as thou say'st , If in thine my life thou waste ; Thou art the life of me . " Again , in that strange poem A Valedic- tion of Weeping , he finds her tears more than ...
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... kind to her in proportion to her need might carry one very far . He was glad he himself had not a wronged , mad mother , and he wondered how Nick Dormer could endure the home he had ruined . Apparently he did n't endure it very much ...
... kind to her in proportion to her need might carry one very far . He was glad he himself had not a wronged , mad mother , and he wondered how Nick Dormer could endure the home he had ruined . Apparently he did n't endure it very much ...
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Sida 26 - Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
Sida 672 - The duties of all public officers are, or, at least, admit of being made so plain and simple, that men of intelligence may readily qualify themselves for their performance...
Sida 113 - I am this day fourscore years old: and can I discern between good and evil? can thy servant taste what I eat or what I drink? can I hear any more the voice of singing men and singing women? wherefore then should thy servant be yet a burden unto my lord the king?
Sida 295 - The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be; and that which is done is that which shall be done : and there is no new thing under the sun. Is there anything whereof it may be said, See, this is new? it hath been already of old time, which was before us.
Sida 302 - We live in succession, in division, in parts, in particles. Meantime within man is the soul of the whole; the wise silence; the universal beauty, to which every part and particle is equally related; the eternal ONE.
Sida 26 - WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Sida 40 - And many nations shall come and say, Come and let us go up to the mountain of the Lord, and to the house of the God of Jacob; and he will teach us of his ways, and we will walk in his paths: for the law shall go forth of Zion, and the word of the Lord from Jerusalem.
Sida 40 - And he shall judge among many people, and rebuke strong nations afar off; and they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruninghooks: nation shall not lift up a sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more. But they shall sit every man under his vine and under his fig tree; and none shall make them afraid : for the mouth of the Lord of Hosts hath spoken it.
Sida 302 - Meantime within man is the soul of the whole; the wise silence ; the universal beauty, to which every part and particle is equally related ; the eternal ONE. And this deep power in which we exist and whose beatitude is all accessible to us, is not only self-sufficing and perfect in every hour, but the act of seeing and the thing seen, the seer and the spectacle, the subject and the object, are one.
Sida 26 - TELL me not, sweet, I am unkind, — That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field ; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you, too, shall adore ; I could not love thee, dear, so much. Loved I not honour more.