The Metropolitan, Tom 53James Cochrane, 1848 |
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... stood erect beside him , with her left hand resting lightly upon his shoulder , and her right touching the corner of the music . Her voice was the finest I had ever heard . It caught the notes , and rushed with them through an extensive ...
... stood erect beside him , with her left hand resting lightly upon his shoulder , and her right touching the corner of the music . Her voice was the finest I had ever heard . It caught the notes , and rushed with them through an extensive ...
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... stood beside Orfea , and followed with my trembling lips the whole music ; glancing occasionally at my role , which I held in my hands . My agitation must have been noticed , for Bucklaw brushed past me , and eyed me with a theatrical ...
... stood beside Orfea , and followed with my trembling lips the whole music ; glancing occasionally at my role , which I held in my hands . My agitation must have been noticed , for Bucklaw brushed past me , and eyed me with a theatrical ...
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... stood culprit - stricken , as if awaiting his doom . " It was a mere accident , " he stammered forth . " I was not aware that it was a hair trigger . I am now in your power - fire ! " My heart sickened at the thoughts of this , and I ...
... stood culprit - stricken , as if awaiting his doom . " It was a mere accident , " he stammered forth . " I was not aware that it was a hair trigger . I am now in your power - fire ! " My heart sickened at the thoughts of this , and I ...
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... stood beside her father's chair . " Trust to my discretion ! " repeated the Earl of Shirley , as he drew forth his snuff - box , and deliberately helped himself to a pinch ; " the discretion of a child of twelve years ! and in matters ...
... stood beside her father's chair . " Trust to my discretion ! " repeated the Earl of Shirley , as he drew forth his snuff - box , and deliberately helped himself to a pinch ; " the discretion of a child of twelve years ! and in matters ...
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... stood in Cornhill at the date of our story have been since removed ; but at that time , the projecting stories of many of them afforded a temporary shelter from the storm to such as chanced to be houseless . In such a shelter , standing ...
... stood in Cornhill at the date of our story have been since removed ; but at that time , the projecting stories of many of them afforded a temporary shelter from the storm to such as chanced to be houseless . In such a shelter , standing ...
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Strona 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,
Strona 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.
Strona 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...
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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!
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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...