Story of a sin, by the author of 'Comin' thro' the rye, Volumen1 |
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Story of a Sin, by the Author of 'Comin' Thro' the Rye Helen Buckingham Mathers Sin vista previa disponible - 2016 |
Story of a Sin, by the Author of 'Comin' Thro' the Rye Helen Buckingham Mathers Sin vista previa disponible - 2016 |
Story of a Sin, by the Author of 'Comin' Thro' the Rye Helen Buckingham Mathers Sin vista previa disponible - 2016 |
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Página 196 - I held it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping stones Of their dead selves to higher things.
Página 137 - Lady Nancy she died, as it might be to-day, Lord Lovel he died as to-morrow; Lady Nancy she died out of pure, pure grief, Lord Lovel he died out of sorrow, sorrow, Lord Lovel he died out of sorrow. Lady Nancy was laid in St. Pancras...
Página 33 - Love not me for comely grace, For my pleasing eye or face, Nor for any outward part, No, nor for my constant heart, — For those may fail, or turn to ill, So thou and I shall sever : Keep therefore a true woman's eye, And love me still, but know not why—- So hast thou the same reason still To doat upon me ever ! Anon.
Página 34 - The smooth-leav'd beeches in the field receive him With coolest shade, till noon-tide's heat be spent: His life, is neither toss'd in boisterous seas, Or the vexatious world, or lost in slothful ease: Pleas'd and full blest he lives, when he his God can please.
Página 53 - Was maytime, and as yet no sin was dreamed,) Rode under groves that looked a paradise Of blossom, over sheets of hyacinth That seemed the heavens upbreaking through the earth...
Página 98 - ... man. Every one found in him his own feelings, the most transient, the most familiar ; he did not restrain himself, he gave himself to all ; he had the last virtues which remain to us, generosity and sincerity. And he had the most precious gift which can seduce an old civilisation, youth. As he said, ' that hot youth, a tree with a rough bark, which covers all with its shadow, prospect and path.
Página 107 - ... happiness. The ardent and tenacious imagination of Dickens is impressed with things too firmly, to pass lightly and gaily over the surface. He leans, he penetrates, works into, hollows them out ; all these violent actions are efforts, and all efforts are sufferings. To be happy, a man must be light-minded, as a Frenchman of the eighteenth century, or sensual, as an Italian of the sixteenth ; a man must not get anxious about things, to enjoy them. Dickens does get anxious, and does not enjoy....
Página 43 - And how much less beautiful!' said Madcap. looking up to a gold-crested wren who sang at ease, swinging amidst the yellow tassels of the hazel ; while, hard by, as if in mockery of the tiny creature's soulless splendour, a russet thrush poured out his song — the careful thrush who ' Sings each song twice over, Lest you should think he never could recapture The first fine careless rapture, . . .' and whose song, when we are happy, is the song of our own hearts, and it is the bird who is hearkening,...
Página 61 - He knew she loved another man. He hoist up sails and home came he, Home unto his ain countrie; The first he met on his own land, It chanc'd to be a beggar man. What news, what news, my gude auld man ? What news, what news, hae ye to me ? Nae news, nae news, said the auld man, The morn's our queen's wedding day.
Página 214 - ... outcry the English moralists will make! But, to cap the horror, this Don Juan is not wicked, selfish, odious, like his fellows; he does not seduce, he is no corrupter. When the occasion rises, he lets himself drift; he has a heart and senses, and, under a beautiful sun, all this feels itself drawn out: at sixteen a youth cannot help himself, nor at twenty, nor perhaps at thirty.