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... become abiding , and conduce , as it must , to prevent- " The Widow's tears And the Orphan's cry of woe . " How many of the industrious classes say , " if we only knew how to write and read we should be much happier and better off ...
... become abiding , and conduce , as it must , to prevent- " The Widow's tears And the Orphan's cry of woe . " How many of the industrious classes say , " if we only knew how to write and read we should be much happier and better off ...
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... becomes an in- tellectual and an interesting subject , and not a mere wordy exercise , as it is in many of our private ... become as much excited , as though they had been present at a world making : they rose in their seats , they flung ...
... becomes an in- tellectual and an interesting subject , and not a mere wordy exercise , as it is in many of our private ... become as much excited , as though they had been present at a world making : they rose in their seats , they flung ...
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... become surety to the amount of £ 600 , for a relative , who failed and absconded , he was forced to sell his farm to defray the debt , and he became , in Robert's second year , a day - laborer upon the fields , which he had recently ...
... become surety to the amount of £ 600 , for a relative , who failed and absconded , he was forced to sell his farm to defray the debt , and he became , in Robert's second year , a day - laborer upon the fields , which he had recently ...
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... become a glorious Christ - like preacher , And , as he wins a crust , stands proudly forth , the great world - teacher ; He still toils on , but , Tyrants , ' tis a mighty thing when slaves , Who delve their lives into their work , know ...
... become a glorious Christ - like preacher , And , as he wins a crust , stands proudly forth , the great world - teacher ; He still toils on , but , Tyrants , ' tis a mighty thing when slaves , Who delve their lives into their work , know ...
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... become more precious to the poor ! For knowledge has abused its powers , an empire to erect For tyrants , on the rights the poor had given them to protect ; Till now the simple elements of netnre are their all , That from the cabin is ...
... become more precious to the poor ! For knowledge has abused its powers , an empire to erect For tyrants , on the rights the poor had given them to protect ; Till now the simple elements of netnre are their all , That from the cabin is ...
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Page 581 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Page 575 - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore: Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never— nevermore.
Page 581 - The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives...
Page 577 - Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells Of the bells Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells In the clamor...
Page 201 - O what a glory doth this world put on For him who, with a fervent heart, goes forth Under the bright and glorious sky, and looks On duties well performed, and days well spent! For him the wind, ay, and the yellow leaves, Shall have a voice, and give him eloquent teachings; He shall so hear the solemn hymn, that Death Has lifted up for all, that he shall go To his long resting-place without a tear.
Page 577 - In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people - ah, the people They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone They are neither man nor woman They are neither brute nor human They are Ghouls: And their king it is who tolls; And he rolls, rolls, rolls,...
Page 464 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling, And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel, And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever. I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers.
Page 218 - And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree In the spring, Let them smile, as I do now, At the old forsaken bough Where I cling.
Page 575 - But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore, What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore.
Page 465 - Stormed at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of death, Into the mouth of hell Rode the six hundred.