The Living Age, Volume 308Living Age Company, 1921 - Literature |
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... look around assures you that there is no nurse to be seen , nor any sign of a nurse , not even a soldier . Obviously , baby wants the sporting novel , and won't be happy till he gets it . You scrawl on the title page , ' A Present for a ...
... look around assures you that there is no nurse to be seen , nor any sign of a nurse , not even a soldier . Obviously , baby wants the sporting novel , and won't be happy till he gets it . You scrawl on the title page , ' A Present for a ...
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... look at her she smiled look at her she smiled -- an April face , which recalled further memories . He laughed , so that some of the grasses in the garden awoke to listen . ' We buried in this orchard an old bottle , ' he said . ' So you ...
... look at her she smiled look at her she smiled -- an April face , which recalled further memories . He laughed , so that some of the grasses in the garden awoke to listen . ' We buried in this orchard an old bottle , ' he said . ' So you ...
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... look at him with a side - glance of amusement . I can ' I remember he rode on the box of the fly with the driver when Aunt Pooley was taking me to the station for a week's visit to London , when I went to the Waxworks , then in Soho ...
... look at him with a side - glance of amusement . I can ' I remember he rode on the box of the fly with the driver when Aunt Pooley was taking me to the station for a week's visit to London , when I went to the Waxworks , then in Soho ...
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... look over a play of Foote's and mark any objec- tionable passages ; but the Archbishop scented danger , and begged to be excused . ' If I were to do such a thing , ' he re- plied , ' Foote would be sure to publish his piece as ...
... look over a play of Foote's and mark any objec- tionable passages ; but the Archbishop scented danger , and begged to be excused . ' If I were to do such a thing , ' he re- plied , ' Foote would be sure to publish his piece as ...
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... look beyond the calamities and horrors of the present moment , that a political proposal on the lines suggested above would have such an effect on the Irish as a whole that Sinn Fein crime would find itself in an environment much less ...
... look beyond the calamities and horrors of the present moment , that a political proposal on the lines suggested above would have such an effect on the Irish as a whole that Sinn Fein crime would find itself in an environment much less ...
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Page 164 - That from the hunter's aim had ta'en a hurt, Did come to languish; and, indeed, my lord, The wretched animal heav'd forth such groans, That their discharge did stretch his leathern coat Almost to bursting; and the big round tears Cours'd one another down his innocent nose In piteous chase; and thus the hairy fool, Much marked of the melancholy Jaques, Stood on the extremest verge of the swift brook, Augmenting it with tears.
Page 216 - If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: «Hold on!
Page 367 - It seemed that out of battle I escaped Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped Through granites which titanic wars had groined. Yet also there encumbered sleepers groaned, Too fast in thought or death to be bestirred. Then, as I probed them, one sprang up, and stared With piteous recognition in fixed eyes, Lifting distressful hands as if to bless. And by his smile, I knew that sullen hall, By his dead smile I knew we stood in Hell. With a thousand pains that vision's face was grained;...
Page 176 - Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round, walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Page 293 - HIGH on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind, Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold...
Page 54 - Every language has its anomalies, which though inconvenient and in themselves once unnecessary must be tolerated among the imperfections of human things, and which require only to be registered that they may not be increased; and ascertained, that they may not be confounded; but every language has likewise its improprieties and absurdities, which it is the duty of the lexicographer to correct or proscribe.
Page 161 - OLD King Cole was a merry old soul, And a merry old soul was he; He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl, And he called for his fiddlers three.
Page 646 - Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife ! To all the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life Is worth an age without a name.
Page 343 - For Mr. Whistler's own sake, no less than for the protection of the purchaser, Sir Coutts Lindsay ought not to have admitted works into the gallery in which the ill-educated conceit of the artist so nearly approached the aspect of wilful imposture.
Page 590 - Vain Desires, And Vice, with the spoils upon him Of thee and thy beaten sires, "While Kings of eternal evil Yet darken the hills about, Thy part is with broken sabre To rise on the last redoubt, "To fear not sensible failure, Nor covet the game at all, But fighting, fighting, fighting, Die, driven against the wall!