Noetes Ambrosianæ, Tom 4Redfield, 1854 |
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Strona 2
... thocht , sir - the vera feelin ' - the very word . That moon ye see , sir - bonny as she is in heaven - and when a ' the starry lift is blue , motionless ane believes as if nae planet were she , but the central soul o ' the lovely ...
... thocht , sir - the vera feelin ' - the very word . That moon ye see , sir - bonny as she is in heaven - and when a ' the starry lift is blue , motionless ane believes as if nae planet were she , but the central soul o ' the lovely ...
Strona 3
... thocht ever utterly and eternally perishes . * A ' the air is filled wi ' their perpetual presence , invisible , inaudible— during life's common hours - but nae barrier is atween them and us— aften do we feel they're near , when the ...
... thocht ever utterly and eternally perishes . * A ' the air is filled wi ' their perpetual presence , invisible , inaudible— during life's common hours - but nae barrier is atween them and us— aften do we feel they're near , when the ...
Strona 7
... thocht the wee moorland birds that twittered - unalarmed at me — amang the foliage . Like a fond but foolish lover , I said until mysell , ae day o ' especial beautifulness , as I was touchin ' its silken bark- " I'll tak it doon to ...
... thocht the wee moorland birds that twittered - unalarmed at me — amang the foliage . Like a fond but foolish lover , I said until mysell , ae day o ' especial beautifulness , as I was touchin ' its silken bark- " I'll tak it doon to ...
Strona 14
... thocht to be - Fear ! Opium - Eater . LOVE ! Look on the orphan , for whom no one cares- for whom no face ever brightens , no voice grows musical ; who per- forms in slavish drudgery her solitary and thankless labours , and feels that ...
... thocht to be - Fear ! Opium - Eater . LOVE ! Look on the orphan , for whom no one cares- for whom no face ever brightens , no voice grows musical ; who per- forms in slavish drudgery her solitary and thankless labours , and feels that ...
Strona 17
... thocht , sir . I'm no sleepy . Opium - Eater . In the trance of long and profound meditation , the power that rose in his spirit , and the illumination that flowed in upon his mind , standing alone amidst surrounding darkness , were at ...
... thocht , sir . I'm no sleepy . Opium - Eater . In the trance of long and profound meditation , the power that rose in his spirit , and the illumination that flowed in upon his mind , standing alone amidst surrounding darkness , were at ...
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