The Carthusian, Issues 67-129

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Page 62 - ... ressemblons, et l'on dit que nous sommes Fleurs tous deux ! Mais, hélas ! l'air t'emporte et la terre m'enchaîne. Sort cruel ! Je voudrais embaumer ton vol de mon haleine Dans le ciel ! Mais non, tu vas trop loin ! — Parmi des fleurs sans nombre Vous fuyez. Et moi je reste seule à voir tourner mon ombre A mes pieds. Tu fuis, puis tu reviens ; puis tu t'en vas encore Luire ailleurs. Aussi me trouves-tu toujours à chaque aurore Toute en pleurs ! Oh ! pour que notre amour coule des jours fidèles,...
Page 62 - La pauvre fleur disait au papillon céleste : — Ne fuis pas ! Vois comme nos destins sont différents. Je reste, Tu t'en vas! Pourtant nous nous aimons, nous vivons sans les hommes Et loin d'eux, Et nous nous ressemblons, et l'on dit que nous sommes Fleurs tous deux! Mais hélas! l'air t'emporte et la terre m'enchaîne, Sort cruel ! Je voudrais embaumer ton vol de mon haleine Dans le ciel ! Mais non, tu vas trop loin ! Parmi...
Page 166 - I could have provided for the welfare of the many poor slaves who, when freed, fell upon my hands. " They had to be taught what freedom was, how it could be defended, and how as free men they could live. " All this has been done under the Mission, and now a large and influential class has grown up in Zanz1bar, looking to the British Agency and the Universities' Mission for protection and advice.
Page 119 - For who knoweth what is good for man in this life, all the days of his vain life which he spendeth as a shadow? for who can tell a man what shall be after him under the sun?
Page 564 - Bonheur, and he continued to practise his art, with but scanty signs of failing power, down to the year before his death. Mr. Philip Cazenove, formerly of the Stock Exchange, and to the last the titular head of the firm called P. Cazenove and Co., died on January 20. He was a business man of great capacity, a ' philanthropist of large sympathies. He had recently completed his 81st year. His father, James Cazenove, a merchant in London, came hither from Geneva, and was ancestrally descended from one...
Page 586 - But the practice and knowledge of the world will not suffer us to be ignorant that the Constitution on paper is one thing, and in fact and experience is another." Speech on the Duration of Parliaments, VII, 77. 6 24. most inconsiderable person. Compare, " When the affairs of the nation are distracted, private people are . . . justified in stepping a little out of their ordinary sphere.
Page 214 - BABY fountain springing from the earth, bringing new joys and sweet unconscious mirth : a tiny rivulet tottering on its way, with infant murmurs lisping in its play : a full brook leaping on mid golden hours, noisily jubilant in its youthful powers ; a calm clear stream, majestically strong, rolling with deep-toned utterance along : a weary current gliding peacefully through level meadows slowly to the sea : so runs our life away ; so on the breast of Time's broad ocean sinks at last to rest.
Page 564 - Norrisson was educated at Marylebone and Hipperholme Schools, and graduating at Cambridge, was called to the Bar by the Honourable Society of Gray's Inn, on the 28th of November, 1806. He practised only for a very short time, and then betook himself to literature and antiquarian pursuits. He will be remembered chiefly as the author of The History of Morleij and its Surrounding Villages, 1830, 8vo, a work now very scarce.
Page 48 - At the Examination for Honours of candidates for admission on the Roll of Solicitors of the Supreme Court, the Examination Committee recommended the following as being entitled to Honorary Distinction : — FIRST CLASS.
Page 120 - WHERE the summer winds are blowing, Where the purple grape is growing, Where the rosy hues are glowing In the skies above, 'Neath the branches intertwining, He at her sweet feet reclining, In her eyes her heart divining "Whispers still of love. Ah, what bliss in his caresses, As his lips he softly presses On her brow and shining tresses, Soothing her fond fears. Whispering he will love her ever, Whispering he will leave her never, Till cold death their souls shall sever In the vale of years. From...

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