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... Pansy Osmond . Her plan , however , seemed for a moment likely to modify itself , in deference to a plan of Madame Merle's . This lady was still at Casa Touchett ; but she too was on the point of leaving Florence , her next station ...
... Pansy Osmond . Her plan , however , seemed for a moment likely to modify itself , in deference to a plan of Madame Merle's . This lady was still at Casa Touchett ; but she too was on the point of leaving Florence , her next station ...
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... Pansy strumming at the piano in another apartment , as she herself was ushered into Mr. Osmond's drawing - room ; the little girl was " practising , " and Isabel was pleased to think that she per- formed this duty faithfully . Presently ...
... Pansy strumming at the piano in another apartment , as she herself was ushered into Mr. Osmond's drawing - room ; the little girl was " practising , " and Isabel was pleased to think that she per- formed this duty faithfully . Presently ...
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... Pansy went on , with a sigh ; " I think papa might make that economy . At any rate I am too young to think about it yet , and I don't care for any gentleman ; If he were not my for any but him . papa I should like to marry him ; I would ...
... Pansy went on , with a sigh ; " I think papa might make that economy . At any rate I am too young to think about it yet , and I don't care for any gentleman ; If he were not my for any but him . papa I should like to marry him ; I would ...
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... Pansy once They went together through the ves- tibule , to the door which opened into the court ; and there Pansy stopped , looking rather wistfully beyond . more . " I may go no further , " she said . " I have promised papa not to go ...
... Pansy once They went together through the ves- tibule , to the door which opened into the court ; and there Pansy stopped , looking rather wistfully beyond . more . " I may go no further , " she said . " I have promised papa not to go ...
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... Pansy with him two or three times to the Cascine - Pansy who was very little taller than a year before , and not much older . That she would always be a child was the conviction expressed by her father , who held her by the hand when ...
... Pansy with him two or three times to the Cascine - Pansy who was very little taller than a year before , and not much older . That she would always be a child was the conviction expressed by her father , who held her by the hand when ...
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Macmillan's Magazine, àÅèÁ·Õè 58 David Masson,George Grove,John Morley,Mowbray Morris ÁØÁÁͧ·Ñé§àÅèÁ - 1888 |
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˹éÒ 179 - No more of that. I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am ; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice...
˹éÒ 135 - But he turned, and rebuked them, and said, Ye know not what manner of spirit ye are of. For the Son of man is not come to destroy men's lives, but to save them.
˹éÒ 38 - As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things ; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this grey spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
˹éÒ 217 - Next Marlowe, bathed in the Thespian springs, Had in him those brave translunary things That the first poets had ; his raptures were All air and fire, which made his verses clear ; For that fine madness still he did retain Which rightly should possess a poet's brain.
˹éÒ 232 - PREDESTINATION to Life is the everlasting purpose of God, whereby (before the foundations of the world were laid) he hath constantly decreed by his counsel secret to us, to deliver from curse and damnation those whom he hath chosen in Christ out of mankind, and to bring them by Christ to everlasting salvation, as vessels made to honour.
˹éÒ 219 - This spiritual Love acts not nor can exist Without Imagination, which, in truth, Is but another name for absolute power And clearest insight, amplitude of mind, And Reason in her most exalted mood.
˹éÒ 230 - THERE is but one only living and true God ; who is infinite in being and perfection, a most pure spirit, invisible, without body, parts, or passions, immutable, immense, eternal, incomprehensible, almighty, most wise, most holy, most free, most absolute, working all things according to the counsel of his own immutable and most righteous will...
˹éÒ 100 - Christ did truly rise again from death, and took again his body, with flesh, bones, and all things appertaining to the perfection of Man's nature ; wherewith he ascended into Heaven, and there sitteth, until he return to judge all Men at the last day.
˹éÒ 138 - The whole strange purpose of their lives, to find Or make an enemy of all mankind! Not one looks backward, onward still he goes, Yet ne'er looks forward further than his nose.
˹éÒ 37 - DEEP on the convent-roof the snows Are sparkling to the moon : My breath to heaven like vapour goes : May my soul follow soon ! The shadows of the convent-towers Slant down the snowy sward, Still creeping with the creeping hours That lead me to my Lord : Make Thou my spirit pure and clear As are the frosty skies, Or this first snowdrop of the year That in my bosom lies. As these white robes are...