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... that is precisely the sort of place which suits me . I am not a recluse . I could never live alone on the top of a column , except in a posthumous way , worked B A in bronze or marble . I don't like solitude LABURNUM LODGE.
... that is precisely the sort of place which suits me . I am not a recluse . I could never live alone on the top of a column , except in a posthumous way , worked B A in bronze or marble . I don't like solitude LABURNUM LODGE.
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... live all his days in a marsh or on a sandbank , and never feel that the hours had leaden feet . The architecture of a common spar- row's nest was as wonderful in his eyes as the architec- ture of St. Peter's ; and the print which a ...
... live all his days in a marsh or on a sandbank , and never feel that the hours had leaden feet . The architecture of a common spar- row's nest was as wonderful in his eyes as the architec- ture of St. Peter's ; and the print which a ...
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... live is , I think , a beautiful life - pure , pious , and happy ; it is the nearest approach that remains to the ideal Arcadian life ; for it is calm , without being stagnant ; active and manly , and yet not simply physical ; and tender ...
... live is , I think , a beautiful life - pure , pious , and happy ; it is the nearest approach that remains to the ideal Arcadian life ; for it is calm , without being stagnant ; active and manly , and yet not simply physical ; and tender ...
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... live in villages , in fact , always quarrel . I don't wonder that they do . They see so much of each other , and so little of the rest of the world . They are continually running against their neighbour in the street , and tramping on ...
... live in villages , in fact , always quarrel . I don't wonder that they do . They see so much of each other , and so little of the rest of the world . They are continually running against their neighbour in the street , and tramping on ...
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... live in ; to die in , perhaps ; but I had plenty of life in me yet . There is always one member of a family whom Death seems to forget , and who might go on living for ever , if he liked , and had a taste for Nonconformity . Her ...
... live in ; to die in , perhaps ; but I had plenty of life in me yet . There is always one member of a family whom Death seems to forget , and who might go on living for ever , if he liked , and had a taste for Nonconformity . Her ...
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˹éÒ 321 - Hell from beneath is moved for thee to meet thee at thy coming ; it stirreth up the dead for thee, even all the chief ones of the earth; it hath raised up from their thrones all the kings of the nations.
˹éÒ 62 - Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall fall At last— far off— at last, to all, And every winter change to spring. So runs my dream ; but what am I ? An infant crying in the night ; An infant crying for the light, And with no language but a cry.
˹éÒ 276 - I loved you, Evelyn, all the while ! My heart seemed full as it could hold ; There was place and to spare for the frank young smile, And the red young mouth, and the hair's young gold. So, hush, — I will give you this leaf to keep : See, I shut it inside the sweet cold hand ! There, that is our secret: go to sleep! You will wake, and remember, and understand.
˹éÒ 73 - Then spake Joshua to the Lord in the day when the Lord delivered up the Amorites before the children of Israel, and he said in the sight of Israel, Sun, stand thou still upon Gibeon ; and thou, moon, in the valley of Ajalon.
˹éÒ 265 - Oh, the wild joys of living ! the leaping from rock up to rock, The strong rending of boughs from the fir-tree, the cool silver shock Of the plunge in a pool's living water, the hunt of the bear, And the sultriness showing the lion is couched in his lair.
˹éÒ 251 - As for Venice and her people, merely born to bloom and drop, "Here on earth they bore their fruitage, mirth and folly were the crop: "What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop?
˹éÒ 125 - Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.
˹éÒ 261 - Praxed in a glory, and one Pan Ready to twitch the Nymph's last garment off. And Moses with the tables ... but I know Ye mark me not! What do they whisper thee, Child of my bowels, Anselm?
˹éÒ 45 - Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves, Where, other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves; And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love.
˹éÒ 276 - It was not her time to love ; beside, Her life had many a hope and aim, Duties enough and little cares, And now was quiet, now astir, Till God's hand beckoned unawares, — And the sweet white brow is all of her.