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... seem to me to press at this moment urgently for attention at the hands of all those who really love our town . Few who are observant of the course of trade , and of the tendencies of modern commerce , can doubt , I think , that a crisis ...
... seem to me to press at this moment urgently for attention at the hands of all those who really love our town . Few who are observant of the course of trade , and of the tendencies of modern commerce , can doubt , I think , that a crisis ...
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... seems to me that half the bitternesses and jealousies which separate class from class would vanish . The working classes in particular would cease to chafe at the absence of a community of feeling , when they saw that that absence was ...
... seems to me that half the bitternesses and jealousies which separate class from class would vanish . The working classes in particular would cease to chafe at the absence of a community of feeling , when they saw that that absence was ...
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... seem so gloriously real . And in this engrafting of the real upon what is but an optical delusion I do not think ... seems to be an object of especial envy on the part of the others , and from the chatter which is going on around her ...
... seem so gloriously real . And in this engrafting of the real upon what is but an optical delusion I do not think ... seems to be an object of especial envy on the part of the others , and from the chatter which is going on around her ...
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... seem very anxious to see her ( why , I found out after- wards ) . Her greatest anxiety was to be able to play in the pantomime and wear those beautiful things : and can you blame me that at last I hushed her to sleep with the assurance ...
... seem very anxious to see her ( why , I found out after- wards ) . Her greatest anxiety was to be able to play in the pantomime and wear those beautiful things : and can you blame me that at last I hushed her to sleep with the assurance ...
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... seem anxious to see her mother . I had interested myself so much in this little waif of humanity that , although feeling tired and needing rest , I could not bring myself to retire to bed without taking one more peep at her , so I went ...
... seem anxious to see her mother . I had interested myself so much in this little waif of humanity that , although feeling tired and needing rest , I could not bring myself to retire to bed without taking one more peep at her , so I went ...
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Page 82 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure : Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure, Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound the king grew vain; Fought all his battles o'er again, And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain!
Page 82 - THREE Poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpassed; The next in majesty •, In both the last. The force of Nature could no further go ; To make a third, she joined the former two.
Page 83 - Changed his hand and check'd his pride. He chose a mournful Muse Soft pity to infuse: He sung Darius great and good, By too severe a fate Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen.
Page 244 - First follow Nature, and your judgment frame By her just standard, which is still the same: Unerring Nature, still divinely bright, One clear, unchanged, and universal light, Life, force, and beauty, must to all impart, At once the source, and end, and test of Art. Art from that fund each just supply provides; Works without show, and without pomp presides: In some fair body thus th...
Page 82 - Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in Man. What passion cannot Music raise and quell? When Jubal struck the chorded shell, His listening brethren stood around, And, wondering, on their faces fell To worship that celestial sound. Less than a god they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly, and so well.
Page 82 - Less than a god they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly, and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell?
Page 85 - Dim as the borrowed beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wandering travellers, Is reason to the soul; and, as on high Those rolling fires discover but the sky, Not light us here, so reason's glimmering ray Was lent, not to assure our doubtful way, But guide us upward to a better day. And as those nightly tapers disappear, When day's bright lord ascends our hemisphere; So pale grows reason at religion's sight; So dies, and so dissolves in supernatural light.
Page 82 - The sacred organ's praise ? Notes inspiring holy love, Notes that wing their heavenly ways To mend the choirs above. Orpheus could lead the savage race, And trees uprooted left their place Sequacious of the lyre : But bright Cecilia raised the wonder higher: When to her organ vocal breath was given, An angel heard, and straight appeared — Mistaking earth for heaven...
Page 108 - IN the ancient town of Bruges, In the quaint old Flemish city, As the evening shades descended, Low and loud and sweetly blended, Low at times and loud at times, And changing like a poet's rhymes, Rang the beautiful wild chimes From the Belfry in the market Of the ancient town of Bruges.
Page 100 - Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long: And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.