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... head to foot , the bright , dry gaze with which she rather withheld than offered a greeting . Whether on his side Mr. Goodwood felt himself older than on the first occasion of our meeting him , is a point which we shall perhaps ...
... head to foot , the bright , dry gaze with which she rather withheld than offered a greeting . Whether on his side Mr. Goodwood felt himself older than on the first occasion of our meeting him , is a point which we shall perhaps ...
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... head thrown back , and his hat pulled over He felt cold about the his eyes . Το heart ; he had never liked anything less . What could he do , what could he say ? If Isabel were irreclaimable , could he pretend to like it ? attempt to ...
... head thrown back , and his hat pulled over He felt cold about the his eyes . Το heart ; he had never liked anything less . What could he do , what could he say ? If Isabel were irreclaimable , could he pretend to like it ? attempt to ...
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... head against the marble pedestal of Terp- sichore , his arms dropped on either side of him , his hands laid upon the sides of his wide chair . He looked awkward , uncomfortable ; he hesitated for a long time . Isabel said nothing ; when ...
... head against the marble pedestal of Terp- sichore , his arms dropped on either side of him , his hands laid upon the sides of his wide chair . He looked awkward , uncomfortable ; he hesitated for a long time . Isabel said nothing ; when ...
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... heads of men . denly some one tosses up a stone - a missile that should never have reached you and down you drop to the ... head . " I am not afraid of your not believing that I have had great ideas for you . " " What do you mean by my ...
... heads of men . denly some one tosses up a stone - a missile that should never have reached you and down you drop to the ... head . " I am not afraid of your not believing that I have had great ideas for you . " " What do you mean by my ...
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... head , delivered herself of a hundred remarks , from which I offer the reader but a brief selection . 66 ' If you expect me to congratulate you , I must beg you to excuse me . don't suppose you care whether I do or not ; I believe you ...
... head , delivered herself of a hundred remarks , from which I offer the reader but a brief selection . 66 ' If you expect me to congratulate you , I must beg you to excuse me . don't suppose you care whether I do or not ; I believe you ...
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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...