Eliza Cook's journal, 第 6 卷 |
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... Keep him out ! 111 Railways in London 378 Autumn Trip through Munster , 1 , 22 , 42 , 61 , 67 , 90 , 106 , 118 , 138 , 272 Kitto , Dr. 409 Recollections of some Familiar Ac- quaintances .. 197 Back Settlement Population Lady in the ...
... Keep him out ! 111 Railways in London 378 Autumn Trip through Munster , 1 , 22 , 42 , 61 , 67 , 90 , 106 , 118 , 138 , 272 Kitto , Dr. 409 Recollections of some Familiar Ac- quaintances .. 197 Back Settlement Population Lady in the ...
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... keeping pace with the car ; and the other ragged youngsters about him laughed and joked at his agility . Some of them ... keep it . If the English make better and cheaper articles for your Dublin markets , and Irish people prefer buying ...
... keeping pace with the car ; and the other ragged youngsters about him laughed and joked at his agility . Some of them ... keep it . If the English make better and cheaper articles for your Dublin markets , and Irish people prefer buying ...
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... keep us from doing wrong for the future . THE COLLECTOR . He has a fouth o ' auld nic - nackets , Rusty airn caps , and jinglin ' jackets , Wad haud the Lothians three in tackets A towmonth guid ; And parritch - pats , and auld saut ...
... keep us from doing wrong for the future . THE COLLECTOR . He has a fouth o ' auld nic - nackets , Rusty airn caps , and jinglin ' jackets , Wad haud the Lothians three in tackets A towmonth guid ; And parritch - pats , and auld saut ...
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... keep alive the flame . EVERY difference of opinion is not a difference of principle . CARNAL joy , like a land - flood , is muddy and furious , and soon gone , leaving nothing behind but pollution and marks of ruin ; spiritual joy ...
... keep alive the flame . EVERY difference of opinion is not a difference of principle . CARNAL joy , like a land - flood , is muddy and furious , and soon gone , leaving nothing behind but pollution and marks of ruin ; spiritual joy ...
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... keep them under subjection , they must obey the word of command , otherwise he is the sport of passion and impulse . The religious man's life is full of discipline and self - restraint . The man of business is entirely subject to system ...
... keep them under subjection , they must obey the word of command , otherwise he is the sport of passion and impulse . The religious man's life is full of discipline and self - restraint . The man of business is entirely subject to system ...
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第323页 - And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day, Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
第323页 - Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay. That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters. Not from the bards sublime. Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time.
第342页 - Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, From garret to basement, She stood with amazement, Houseless by night. The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver, But not the dark arch, Or the black flowing river ; Mad from life's history, Glad to death's mystery Swift to be hurled — Anywhere, anywhere Out of the world ! In she plunged boldly, No matter how coldly The rough river ran.
第37页 - Here's flowers for you: Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram ; The marigold, that goes to bed with the sun, And with him rises, weeping; these are flowers Of middle summer, and I think they are given To men of middle age.
第128页 - For want of a nail, the shoe was lost, For want of a shoe, the horse was lost, For want of a horse, the rider was lost, For want of a rider, the battle was lost.
第83页 - Lines Written in Early Spring I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes.
第342页 - Through muddy impurity, As when with the daring Last look of despairing Fixed on futurity. Perishing gloomily, Spurred by contumely, Cold inhumanity, Burning insanity, Into her rest, — Cross her hands humbly, As if praying dumbly, Over her breast! Owning her weakness, Her evil behaviour, And leaving, with meekness, Her sins to her Saviour!
第36页 - And they answered the angel of the Lord that stood among the myrtle trees, and said, 'We have walked to and fro through the earth, and, behold, all the earth sitteth still, and is at rest.
第108页 - Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
第225页 - The silent majesty of these deep woods, Its presence shall uplift thy thoughts from earth, As to the sunshine and the pure, bright air Their tops the green trees lift. Hence gifted bards Have ever loved the calm and quiet shades. For them there was an eloquent voice in all The sylvan pomp of woods, the golden sun, The flowers, the leaves, the river on its way, Blue skies, and silver clouds, and gentle winds...