The Dwale Bluth: Hebditch's Legacy, and Other Literary Remains, Količina 1

Sprednja platnica
Tinsley brothers, 1876
 

Vsebina

Del 9
136
Del 10
161
Del 11
171
Del 12
193
Del 21
256
Del 22
271
Del 23
272

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Priljubljeni odlomki

Stran 36 - Strange ministrant of undescribed sounds, That come a-swooning over hollow grounds, And wither drearily on barren moors: Dread opener of the mysterious doors Leading to universal knowledge — see, Great son of Dryope...
Stran 253 - Signed, sealed, published and declared by the above named testatrix, Margaret F. Erwin as and for her last will and testament in the presence of us, who, at her request and in her presence and in the presence of each other, have subscribed our names as witnesses hereto.
Stran 245 - Some say that gleams of a remoter world Visit the soul in sleep, that death is slumber, And that its shapes the busy thoughts outnumber Of those who wake and live. I look on high ; Has some unknown Omnipotence unfurled The veil of life and death ? or do I lie In dream, and does the mightier world of sleep...
Stran 7 - By Providence divine. Some food we had, and some fresh water, that A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo, Out of his charity (who being then appointed Master of this design), did give us ; with Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries, Which since have steaded much ; so, of his gentleness, Knowing I loved my books, he furnished me, From my own library, with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.
Stran 26 - Where come no rumours from the sounding climes. 0 men and women, listen and be wise ; Refrain from love and friendship, dwell alone, Having for friends and loves the seas, the skies, And the fair land, for these are still your own. The sun is yours, the moon and stars are yours, For you the great sea changes and endures, And every year the spring returns, and lures ; I pray you only love what never dies.
Stran 110 - ... consequence of a residence in Devonshire, was published posthumously. His last illness was the result of blood poisoning, together with peculiarly pathetic circumstances ; for his imagination, wrought on by disease, led him to suppose he was condemned to death innocently. THE REVEREND OLIVER SERPLETON " Why, it is you, Nolly ! " said Jeffery, advancing towards his brother, who had now reached the road. "Eh ... who . . . are . . . you ? I beg . . . did you . . speak ? " answered Oliver, noticing...
Stran 239 - Robes some unsculptured image; the strange sleep Which, when the voices of the desert fail, Wraps all in its own deep eternity...
Stran 25 - O friend, my friend, there is so much to tell — Since that September night we met on, last, Dreams have passed by, and hopes have said farewell. Oh love that lives, and life that soon is past ! From where he is he may not make reply, Too far away he is to hear my cry ; Love weeps for us, for him...
Stran 239 - November afternoon, now left some thirty-five years behind us in the remorseless flight of time, an immense, squalid volume of fog swept down across the central parishes of London ; blocking out the residue of the brief wintry sunlight, and suffocating their crowded, tumultuous thoroughfares. It was as though some horrid dream, some diurnal nightmare, had suddenly enthralled the town ; it was...
Stran 112 - Please bend down," the voice proceeded. At this he bent down obediently, though with considerable trepidation. Leah clung to the tails of his coat ; Jeffery held his left hand firmly, Helen clasped his right. But she quickly released it and put her arms round his neck, for she detected symptoms of a desire to rise again, and she wished to kiss him at her leisure. She first attempted his eyes, but found them guarded by his spectacles ; she was evidently as capricious as the reflection of a sunbeam...