The Morning call, by mrs. Ellis, Volume 4; Volume 411850 |
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... look in vain for those results which education is most absurdly expected to produce . We must continue to look in vain for principles of conduct arising out of grammar and arithmetic- for the responsibilities of man towards his brother ...
... look in vain for those results which education is most absurdly expected to produce . We must continue to look in vain for principles of conduct arising out of grammar and arithmetic- for the responsibilities of man towards his brother ...
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... look so sad , when they come , and will come , where there is a struggle to keep them off , almost like that which people make for life , when but a few chances of retaining it remain . But there were also evidences of another kind ...
... look so sad , when they come , and will come , where there is a struggle to keep them off , almost like that which people make for life , when but a few chances of retaining it remain . But there were also evidences of another kind ...
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... look back to the rustic seat in the avenue , without a chance of being seen . She could still see the light dresses of the little party through the trees . She could still hear the merry laughter of the children , and the soft , cooing ...
... look back to the rustic seat in the avenue , without a chance of being seen . She could still see the light dresses of the little party through the trees . She could still hear the merry laughter of the children , and the soft , cooing ...
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... look for a repetition of such scenes , in case his church should , as he seems so confidently to expect , become once more dominant in these realms . No. 380 professes to give us an idea of " Geoffry Chaucer reading the Legend of ...
... look for a repetition of such scenes , in case his church should , as he seems so confidently to expect , become once more dominant in these realms . No. 380 professes to give us an idea of " Geoffry Chaucer reading the Legend of ...
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... look more at nature and less at illuminated missals , and the cinque cento trumpery . How infinitely more lovely and attractive , in reality as well as on canvass , is the beautiful little peasant girl , " The Gleaner , " by Frith ; how ...
... look more at nature and less at illuminated missals , and the cinque cento trumpery . How infinitely more lovely and attractive , in reality as well as on canvass , is the beautiful little peasant girl , " The Gleaner , " by Frith ; how ...
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Page 95 - He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away; He recked not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay: There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday.
Page 96 - Were with his heart, and that was far away; He reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother — he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday — All this rush'd with his blood — Shall he expire And unavenged? Arise! ye Goths, and glut your ire!
Page 235 - Before all temples the upright heart and pure, Instruct me, for thou know'st; thou from the first Wast present, and with mighty wings outspread Dove-like sat'st brooding on the vast abyss, And mad'st it pregnant: what in me is dark Illumine, what is low raise and support...
Page 39 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives,...
Page 325 - Her blossoms ; and luxuriant above all The jasmine, throwing wide her elegant sweets, The deep dark green of whose unvarnished leaf Makes more conspicuous, and illumines more The bright profusion of her scattered stars.
Page 95 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony ; And his droop'd head sinks gradually low ; And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder shower ; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
Page 476 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Page 325 - Here are sweet peas, on tip-toe for a flight: With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white, And taper fingers catching at all things, To bind them all about with tiny rings.
Page 135 - Cant as we may, and as we shall to the end of all things, it is very much harder for the poor to be virtuous than it is for the rich ; and the good that is in them shines the brighter for it.
Page 135 - ... for the poor to be virtuous than it is for the rich; and the good that is in them, shines the brighter for it. In many a noble mansion lives a man, the best of husbands and of fathers, whose private worth in both capacities is justly lauded to the skies. But bring him here, upon this crowded deck. Strip from his fair young wife her silken dress and jewels, unbind her braided hair, stamp early wrinkles on her brow, pinch her pale cheek with care and much privation, array her faded form in coarsely...