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... poor derided philosopher was a man that relied on himself ; a man who was not afraid of walking along the hitherto unbeaten track which conscience had marked out for him ; a man who saw through the empty speculative theory of the ...
... poor derided philosopher was a man that relied on himself ; a man who was not afraid of walking along the hitherto unbeaten track which conscience had marked out for him ; a man who saw through the empty speculative theory of the ...
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... poor alike , offered themselves as volunteers , both as soldiers and sailors , calling to the go- vernment to supply them with arms against the Spaniards who were coming to invade England , and burn their homes over them . The clergy ...
... poor alike , offered themselves as volunteers , both as soldiers and sailors , calling to the go- vernment to supply them with arms against the Spaniards who were coming to invade England , and burn their homes over them . The clergy ...
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... evening's sacred hour . When in leaden rest Our feeble fancies cower to the world , The spirit - peal from farthest ether hurled , Awakes them to be blest . Dead , and poor , and vain , In paltry POPULAR EXCITEMENTS . 29.
... evening's sacred hour . When in leaden rest Our feeble fancies cower to the world , The spirit - peal from farthest ether hurled , Awakes them to be blest . Dead , and poor , and vain , In paltry POPULAR EXCITEMENTS . 29.
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Dead , and poor , and vain , In paltry self absorbed we drudge alone , - But thrown from far a melancholy tone Stirs a slack chord again . Yet there is alloy : - - Thoughts of bright hours misused , and mourned too late Winged words of ...
Dead , and poor , and vain , In paltry self absorbed we drudge alone , - But thrown from far a melancholy tone Stirs a slack chord again . Yet there is alloy : - - Thoughts of bright hours misused , and mourned too late Winged words of ...
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... poor , so tender to her father , and so very kind to me- so I resolved to go . Next year , however , I came back ; I could not get on without seeing her again ; and I must say wished I had never come back ; the old house was almost shut ...
... poor , so tender to her father , and so very kind to me- so I resolved to go . Next year , however , I came back ; I could not get on without seeing her again ; and I must say wished I had never come back ; the old house was almost shut ...
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Page 156 - Is there so small a range In the present strength of manhood, that the high Imagination cannot freely fly As she was wont of old ? prepare her steeds, Paw up against the light, and do strange deeds Upon the clouds?
Page 150 - Read from some humbler poet. Whose songs gushed from his heart. As showers from the clouds of summer. Or tears from the eyelids start; Who, through long days of labor.
Page 225 - 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.
Page 254 - Hey, diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon. The little dog laughed to see such sport, And the dish ran away with the spoon!
Page 195 - And the green turf lie lightly on thy breast : There shall the morn her earliest tears bestow, There the first roses of the year shall blow ; While angels with their silver wings o'ersluide The ground, now sacred by thy reliques made.
Page 18 - Man is his own star; and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man, Commands all light, all influence, all fate; Nothing to him falls early or too late. Our acts our angels are, or good or ill, Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.
Page 148 - Wrapped in furs and armed for hunting, With his mighty bow of ash-tree, With his quiver full of arrows, With his mittens, Minjekahwun, Into the vast and vacant forest On his snow-shoes strode he forward. "Gitche Manito, the Mighty!
Page 220 - Nor fear'd the chief th' unequal fight to try, Who sought no more than on his foe to die. But this bold lord, with manly strength...
Page 253 - JACK and Jill went up the hill, To fetch a pail of water; Jack fell down and broke his crown And Jill came tumbling after.
Page 220 - T' inclose the lock; now joins it, to divide. Ev'n then, before the fatal engine closed, A wretched sylph too fondly interposed; Fate urged the shears, and cut the sylph in twain, (But airy substance soon unites again) The meeting points the sacred hair dissever From the fair head, for ever, and for ever! Then flash'd the living lightning from her eyes, And screams of horror rend th