Cross purposes; or, The way of the worldWard, Lock, 158 Fleet Street, 1855 - 245 頁 |
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Alice Ashton asked bear beautiful believe beneath blessed calm child cold comfort Court of Morley cousin dare dark dear deep Dennis Conway DIMINY dreaming dreary Dugald Annesley earth Eleanor looked Eleanor Stanley exclaimed eyes fancy Fanny Fern father fault Fcap 8vo fear feel felt FLEET STREET gaze glad grief hand happy happy days hawthorn hawthorn trees heart Heaven hope hour Ida Stanley Ida's JOHN MILLS knew Lady Ravenscroft laughing leave letter listen live Lord Arlingford Lord Ravenscroft Markham mind Miss Stanley Morley Park N. P. WILLIS never once pain passed pause pray pride promise remarked remember replied rest Richard Stanley scarcely sighed silence sorrow soul speak spirit spoke Stanley's stood strange strive talking tears tell thing thought to-day trembling truly trust turned uncle voice walk weary whilst wish woman wonder words wrapper
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第 153 頁 - Truly the light is sweet, and a pleasant thing it is for the eyes to behold the sun...
第 120 頁 - He that observeth the wind shall not sow; and he that regardeth the clouds shall not reap.
第 151 頁 - I wandered by the mill, I could not hear the brook flow, The noisy wheel was still ; There was no burr of grasshopper, No chirp of any bird, But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard.
第 3 頁 - I had great beauty : ask thou not my name : No one can be more wise than destiny. Many drew swords and died. Where'er I came I brought calamity.
第 191 頁 - Can I love thee, my beloved — can I love thee ? And is this like love, to stand . With no help in my hand, When strong as death I fain would watch above thee ? My love-kiss can deny...
第 24 頁 - Her lot is on you !— silent tears to weep, And patient smiles to wear through suffering's hour, And sumless riches, from affection's deep, To pour on broken reeds— a wasted shower ! And to make idols, and to find them clay, And to bewail that worship — therefore pray!
第 145 頁 - It were for me To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods ; To tell them that this world did equal theirs Till they had stol'n our jewel.
第 3 頁 - The blackbird amid leafy trees, The lark above the hill, Let loose their carols when they please, Are quiet when they will. With Nature never do they wage A foolish strife ; they see A happy youth, and their old age Is beautiful and free. But we are pressed by heavy laws; And often, glad no more, We wear a face of joy because We have been glad of yore.
第 157 頁 - Now from head to foot I am marble constant: now the fleeting moon No planet is of mine.
第 70 頁 - A man's best things are nearest him, Lie close about his feet, It is the distant and the dim That we are sick to greet : For flowers that grow our hands beneath We struggle and aspire, — Our hearts must die, except they breathe The air of fresh desire.