The Metropolitan, Volym 53James Cochrane, 1848 |
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... nature as she appeared in her different guises , to stray along the banks of the trout stream , to roam about the forest- park of Welwyn . My studies , too , suffered no interruption from this , for my book was still my companion , as ...
... nature as she appeared in her different guises , to stray along the banks of the trout stream , to roam about the forest- park of Welwyn . My studies , too , suffered no interruption from this , for my book was still my companion , as ...
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... nature , being founded upon the " Macbeth " of your Shakespere . The signor never indulges in the buffo style , " continued she in French , " though I am sure I have often told him that his forte lay that way , and that Melpomene would ...
... nature , being founded upon the " Macbeth " of your Shakespere . The signor never indulges in the buffo style , " continued she in French , " though I am sure I have often told him that his forte lay that way , and that Melpomene would ...
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... natural talent as you may ; but in default of one , I accom- panied all my notes with the violin , and thus succeeded in managing my voice , and reading songs difficult enough at first sight . With this knowledge , I was enabled to ...
... natural talent as you may ; but in default of one , I accom- panied all my notes with the violin , and thus succeeded in managing my voice , and reading songs difficult enough at first sight . With this knowledge , I was enabled to ...
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... nature - that his principles of morality were none of the soundest , yet I scouted the idea that he had other than honourable motives for his hospitality towards the signorina . Probably , he wished to dedicate her to Art , as his ...
... nature - that his principles of morality were none of the soundest , yet I scouted the idea that he had other than honourable motives for his hospitality towards the signorina . Probably , he wished to dedicate her to Art , as his ...
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... nature could not have lived many more years , for he was now fourscore , and he expired a week after the above circumstance . I found myself without a relation in the world , and with only fifty pounds in my pocket , after defraying all ...
... nature could not have lived many more years , for he was now fourscore , and he expired a week after the above circumstance . I found myself without a relation in the world , and with only fifty pounds in my pocket , after defraying all ...
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Sida 349 - TELL me not, in mournful numbers, " Life is but an empty dream ! " For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal ; " Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Sida 349 - Let the dead Past bury its dead ! Act, — act in the living Present ! Heart within, and God o'erhead ! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time ; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again. Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate ; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.
Sida 349 - Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, — act in the living...
Sida 348 - WOODS IN WINTER. WHEN winter winds are piercing chill, And through the hawthorn blows the gale, With solemn feet I tread the hill, That overbrows the lonely vale.
Sida 320 - Of Law there can be no less acknowledged than that her seat is the bosom of God ; her voice the harmony of the world ; all things in Heaven and earth do her homage ; the very least as feeling her care, and the greatest as not exempted from her power.
Sida 349 - Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle ! Be a hero in the strife!
Sida 389 - It is wonderful that five thousand years have now elapsed since the creation of the world, and still it is undecided whether or not there has ever been an instance of the spirit of any person appearing after death. All argument is against it; but all belief is for it.
Sida 345 - Like a poet hidden in the light of thought, singing hymns unbidden till the world is wrought to sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not.
Sida 441 - For me, I was never so affected with any human Tale. After first reading it, I was totally possessed with it for many days — I dislike all the miraculous part of it, but the feelings of the man under the operation of such scenery dragged me along like Tom Piper's magic whistle.
Sida 384 - ... learned that Mr. Higginbotham had in his service an Irishman of doubtful character, whom he had hired without a recommendation, on the score of economy. "May I be hanged myself...