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... Gilbert . " I'll " And the papers ! — unhappy man that you are ! — the necessary papers ! How am I to draw up the papers ? " " What papers ? " " Those necessary to institute the suit ? " " Is there to be a suit ? " The old lawyer looked ...
... Gilbert . " I'll " And the papers ! — unhappy man that you are ! — the necessary papers ! How am I to draw up the papers ? " " What papers ? " " Those necessary to institute the suit ? " " Is there to be a suit ? " The old lawyer looked ...
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... Gilbert , Portrait Painter .... Day Dawn , ...... 108 122 Herod Agrippa and the Owl , .. 123 The Two Thrones , .... 127 Duelling , .. 132 Dreams , 142 Lines- " Earth hath many varied voices , " & c . , . 143 Alberhot Koselhantz- " The ...
... Gilbert , Portrait Painter .... Day Dawn , ...... 108 122 Herod Agrippa and the Owl , .. 123 The Two Thrones , .... 127 Duelling , .. 132 Dreams , 142 Lines- " Earth hath many varied voices , " & c . , . 143 Alberhot Koselhantz- " The ...
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... " Bilks obeyed with alacrity . Of- fering his arm to the young girl , who had , by this time , recovered her strength , he made a courteous CHAPTER VII . PRESENTIMENTS . CHAPTER VIII . GILBERT , 1857. ] 115 Estcourt .
... " Bilks obeyed with alacrity . Of- fering his arm to the young girl , who had , by this time , recovered her strength , he made a courteous CHAPTER VII . PRESENTIMENTS . CHAPTER VIII . GILBERT , 1857. ] 115 Estcourt .
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Paul Hamilton Payne. CHAPTER VII . PRESENTIMENTS . CHAPTER VIII . GILBERT , PORTRAIT PAINTER . bow to his " young friend , " Frank Hay , Esq . , and with an air of ten- der respect , led Miss Felton upon the stage , in front of the foot ...
Paul Hamilton Payne. CHAPTER VII . PRESENTIMENTS . CHAPTER VIII . GILBERT , PORTRAIT PAINTER . bow to his " young friend , " Frank Hay , Esq . , and with an air of ten- der respect , led Miss Felton upon the stage , in front of the foot ...
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Paul Hamilton Payne. CHAPTER VIII . GILBERT , PORTRAIT PAINTER . DAY DAWN . The first low fluttering breath of wakening. and waited in respectful silence for his master's orders . " Have Bogus saddled , Dunmore . I am going to ...
Paul Hamilton Payne. CHAPTER VIII . GILBERT , PORTRAIT PAINTER . DAY DAWN . The first low fluttering breath of wakening. and waited in respectful silence for his master's orders . " Have Bogus saddled , Dunmore . I am going to ...
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Strona 52 - And now we rushed into the embraces of the cataract, where a chasm threw itself open to receive us. But there arose in our pathway a shrouded human figure, very far larger in its proportions than any dweller among men. And the hue of the skin of the figure was of the perfect whiteness of the snow.
Strona 47 - And in regard to Truth, if, to be sure, through the attainment of a truth we are led to perceive a harmony where none was apparent before, we experience at once the true poetical effect, but this effect is referable to the harmony alone, and not in the least degree to the truth which merely served to render the harmony manifest.
Strona 373 - Worldkin. Produce ! Produce ! Were it but the pitifullest infinitesimal fraction of a Product, produce it, in God's name ! 'Tis the utmost thou hast in thee : out with it, then. Up, up ! Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy whole might. Work while it is called Today ; for the Night cometh, wherein no man can work.
Strona 61 - I HAVE often thought upon death, and I find it the least of all evils. All that which is past is as a dream; and he that hopes or depends upon time coming, dreams waking.
Strona 90 - How different a way of thinking from this is ours ! We can hardly at the present day understand what Menander meant, when he told a man who inquired as to the progress of his comedy that he had finished it, not having yet written a single line, because he had constructed the action of it in his mind. A modern critic would have assured him that the merit of his piece depended on the brilliant things which arose under his pen as he went along.
Strona 274 - He rose at seven, sometimes earlier, after a sound and prolonged sleep ; for, like Thorwaldsen, he had a " talent for sleeping," only surpassed by his talent for continuous work. Till eleven he worked without interruption. A cup of chocolate was then brought, and he resumed work till one. At two he dined. This meal was the important meal of the day. His appetite was immense. Even on the clays when he complained of not being hungry, he ate much more than most men.
Strona 378 - Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.
Strona 91 - And a warm west-wind blows, and thaw sets in — After an hour a dripping sound is heard In all the forests, and the soft-strewn snow Under the trees is dibbled thick with holes, And from the boughs the snowloads shuffle down; And, in fields sloping to the south, dark plots Of grass peep out amid surrounding snow, And widen, and the peasant's heart is glad — So through the world was heard a dripping noise Of all things weeping to bring Balder back; And there fell joy upon the Gods to hear.
Strona 558 - This world is a world of lies; A cup to the dead already — Hurrah for the next that dies! Cut off from the land that bore us, Betrayed by the land we find, Where the brightest have gone before us, And the dullest remain behind— Stand, stand to your glasses steady! 'Tis all we have left to prize; A cup to the dead already — And hurrah for the next that dies!
Strona 94 - Oh ! that we two were Maying Down the stream of the soft spring breeze ; Like children with violets playing In the shade of the whispering trees. Oh ! that we two sat dreaming On the sward of some sheep-trimmed down Watching the white mist steaming Over river and mead and town. Oh ! that we two lay sleeping In our nest in the churchyard sod, With our limbs at rest on the quiet earth's breast, And our souls at home with God ! Lewis. Ah, turn away those swarthy diamonds...