My HarvestDodd, Mead, 1915 - 339 Seiten |
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A. P. Watt American artist began better Bohemia brought called Camden Town chance character charm church civil club coup d'état course cultured band dinner E. T. Cook England English eyes faith fancy father figure France Franco-German war French gallery gave genial German give going hand head Henry James honour hour human interest kind knew labour leader literature lived London look manners matter mind moral nature never night Octave Feuillet once Ouida paper Paris party perfect perhaps person picture poet politics Russian salon seemed sense side simply red social sometimes soon sort soul stand-up fight stood Street Superman talk thing thought thousand tion took touch turn Victor Hugo Victorian whole word write wrote
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Seite 259 - Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and, sitting well in order, smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down: It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho...
Seite 320 - With the single exception of Homer, there is no eminent writer, not even Sir Walter Scott, whom I can despise so entirely as I despise Shakespeare when I measure my mind against his.
Seite 172 - Stern o'er each bosom reason holds her state, With daring aims irregularly great. Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, I see the lords of human kind pass by...
Seite 170 - Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffadillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies. For so, to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise, Ay me ! whilst thee the shores and sounding seas Wash far away, where'er thy bones are hurled : Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world...
Seite 261 - He stood and watched the cobbler at his trade, The man who slices lemons into drink, The coffee-roaster's brazier, and the boys That volunteer to help him turn its winch. He glanced o'er books on stalls with half an eye, And fly-leaf ballads on the vendor's string, And broad-edge bold-print posters by the wall. He took such...
Seite 106 - ... large can hardly be touched : or the mysterious manipulations of votes for the Presidency, which are now understood to be under examination ; or the very curious influences which are shaping the politics of the negroes and of the South. These last are corollaries to the great slave-question ; and it seems very possible that after a few years we may see most of the labourers, both in the Southern States and in England, actively addicted to the political support of that section of their countrymen...
Seite 14 - And let me the canakin clink, clink ; And let me the canakin clink : A soldier's a man ; A life's but a span ; Why then let a soldier drink.
Seite 177 - The first was to divorce the study of the past from the passions of the present, and to relate what actually occurred — wie es eigentlich gfwesen.
Seite 11 - To the West, to the West, to the land of the free, Where the mighty Missouri rolls down to the sea; Where a man is a man if he's willing to toil, And the humblest may gather the fruits of the soil...
Seite 140 - She interviewed the authorities, she wrought by turns on the hopes and fears of the constituency, she stuck at nothing, and she won. The great one bated no jot of grandeur in defeat. When he saw how things were going, he took care to cast his vote on the winning side, with compliments addressed to the hearts of his supporters by inference at the expense of their heads.