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... Rome , go to see Madame Catherine ? He told me he would if he had time . Perhaps he had not time . Papa likes a great deal of time . He wished to speak about my education ; it isn't finished yet , you know . I don't know what they can ...
... Rome , go to see Madame Catherine ? He told me he would if he had time . Perhaps he had not time . Papa likes a great deal of time . He wished to speak about my education ; it isn't finished yet , you know . I don't know what they can ...
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... Rome . Mrs. Ludlow enjoyed Paris , but she was nevertheless somewhat disappointed and puzzled ; and after her husband had joined her she was in addition a good deal depressed at not being able to induce him to enter into these somewhat ...
... Rome . Mrs. Ludlow enjoyed Paris , but she was nevertheless somewhat disappointed and puzzled ; and after her husband had joined her she was in addition a good deal depressed at not being able to induce him to enter into these somewhat ...
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... Rome . She made her way down to Rome without touching at Florence - having gone first to Venice and then proceeded southward by Ancona . She accomplished this journey without other assistance than that of her servant , for her natural ...
... Rome . She made her way down to Rome without touching at Florence - having gone first to Venice and then proceeded southward by Ancona . She accomplished this journey without other assistance than that of her servant , for her natural ...
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... Rome , and took some comfort in learning that he was not guilty of an absence . Isabel , on her side , had not been a fortnight in Rome before she proposed to Madame Merle that they should make a little pilgrimage to the East . Madame ...
... Rome , and took some comfort in learning that he was not guilty of an absence . Isabel , on her side , had not been a fortnight in Rome before she proposed to Madame Merle that they should make a little pilgrimage to the East . Madame ...
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... Rome . A few days after her arrival Gilbert Os- mond came down from Florence , and remained three weeks , during which the fact of her being with his old friend Madame Merle , in whose house she had gone to lodge , made it virtu- ally ...
... Rome . A few days after her arrival Gilbert Os- mond came down from Florence , and remained three weeks , during which the fact of her being with his old friend Madame Merle , in whose house she had gone to lodge , made it virtu- ally ...
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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...