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... dear friends , once more ; Or close the wall up with our English dead . Oh , when the blast of war blows in our ears , Then imitate the action of the tiger : - Stiffen the sinew - summon up the blood Disguise fair nature with hard ...
... dear friends , once more ; Or close the wall up with our English dead . Oh , when the blast of war blows in our ears , Then imitate the action of the tiger : - Stiffen the sinew - summon up the blood Disguise fair nature with hard ...
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... Dear master , I can go no farther : Oh , I die for food ! Here lie I down and measure out my grave . Farewell , kind master . Х III . FORCE . Force denotes the strength or power of the voice . In ad 1. Moderate . 1. DEGREES . Used with ...
... Dear master , I can go no farther : Oh , I die for food ! Here lie I down and measure out my grave . Farewell , kind master . Х III . FORCE . Force denotes the strength or power of the voice . In ad 1. Moderate . 1. DEGREES . Used with ...
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... dear girl's love ; but I took to drink ; The same old story , you know how it ends . If you could have seen these classic features - You needn't laugh , sir , I was not then Such a burning libel on God's creatures ; I was one of your ...
... dear girl's love ; but I took to drink ; The same old story , you know how it ends . If you could have seen these classic features - You needn't laugh , sir , I was not then Such a burning libel on God's creatures ; I was one of your ...
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... dear fellow ! Snob . What is the matter with you , Jones ? You look quite grumpy - not by any means the same cheerful , dashing , rollicking fellow you were . Jones . Bless me , you don't say so ! ( Aside . ) Confound the man ! Here ...
... dear fellow ! Snob . What is the matter with you , Jones ? You look quite grumpy - not by any means the same cheerful , dashing , rollicking fellow you were . Jones . Bless me , you don't say so ! ( Aside . ) Confound the man ! Here ...
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... dear fellow ! See ! I do not shrink - I stand firm . Jones . Snobby , I - I love her . Snob . Whom ? Jones . Your cousin , Prudence . Snob . Ha ! Prudence Angelina Winter ? Jones . Now , don't be angry , Snobby ! I don't mean any harm ...
... dear fellow ! See ! I do not shrink - I stand firm . Jones . Snobby , I - I love her . Snob . Whom ? Jones . Your cousin , Prudence . Snob . Ha ! Prudence Angelina Winter ? Jones . Now , don't be angry , Snobby ! I don't mean any harm ...
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angels arms Babie Bell Baradas beautiful bless born brave breath Bregenz cheek child cloud cold cried dark dead dear death deep dream drum Duke earth eyes face father feet flowers friends Gabriel Grub girl glory goblin gone grave hand happy hath head hear heard heart Heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre Inchcape Rock Ivanhoe Jones Lady Lars Porsena laugh Lictors light live look Lord Lord willin Maup Mauprat morning mother never Nevermore night o'er pale poor Rich Richelieu Rip Van Winkle rose round Sandalphon Scrooge seemed Senator shadow shout sing Sir Launfal sleep smile Snob song soul sound speak stood sweet tears Teetotal tell thee There's thing thou thought Toll tone trembling Virginius voice wave wife wind wonder words young
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Page 3 - Be not too tame, neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor; suit the action to the word, the word to the action ; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature...
Page 410 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, — "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!
Page 27 - And I beheld when he had opened the sixth seal, and, lo. there was a great earthquake ; and the sun became black as sackcloth . of hair, and the moon became as blood ; and the stars of heaven fell unto the earth, even as a fig tree casteth her untimely figs, when she is shaken of a mighty wind. And the heaven departed as a scroll when it is rolled together ; and every mountain and island were moved out of their places.
Page 304 - And heard, with voice as trumpet loud, Bozzaris cheer his band : " Strike till the last armed foe expires ! Strike for your altars and your fires ! Strike for the green graves of your sires, God and your native land...
Page 3 - ... accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Page 125 - T' make that place uz strong uz the rest." So the Deacon inquired of the village folk Where he could find the strongest oak, That couldn't be split nor bent nor broke,— That was for spokes and floor and sills; He sent for lancewood to make the thills; The crossbars were ash, from the straightest trees; The panels of white-wood, that cuts like cheese, But lasts like iron for things like these; The hubs of logs from the "Settler's ellum...
Page 301 - Each public officer who takes an oath to support the constitution, swears that he will support it as he understands it, and not as it is understood by others.
Page 231 - This water His blood that died on the tree; The Holy Supper is kept, indeed, In whatso we share with another's need ; Not what we give, but what we share, — For the gift without the giver is bare ; Who gives himself with his alms feeds three, — Himself, his hungering neighbor, and me.
Page 68 - O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Page 41 - But soon he saw the brisk awakening viol, Whose sweet entrancing voice he loved the best...