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... leave you ? " " I would look out for another one , " said that philosophic young lady , and Mrs. Sid- dons with a gesture of intense disgust cried out , “ Leave me ! ” and would never give her another lesson . There must be a lively ...
... leave you ? " " I would look out for another one , " said that philosophic young lady , and Mrs. Sid- dons with a gesture of intense disgust cried out , “ Leave me ! ” and would never give her another lesson . There must be a lively ...
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... leaving , with meekness , Her sins to her Saviour . 9 . Shivering ! Hark ! he mutters - Brokenly now— that was a difficult breath Another ? Wilt thou never come , O Death ? Look ! how his temple flutters ! Is his heart still ? Aha ...
... leaving , with meekness , Her sins to her Saviour . 9 . Shivering ! Hark ! he mutters - Brokenly now— that was a difficult breath Another ? Wilt thou never come , O Death ? Look ! how his temple flutters ! Is his heart still ? Aha ...
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... leaves in that aspen bower , There's a titter of winds in that beechen tree , There's a smile on the fruit , and a smile on the flower , And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea ! Bryant . + 2 . Talk not to me of odds or ...
... leaves in that aspen bower , There's a titter of winds in that beechen tree , There's a smile on the fruit , and a smile on the flower , And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea ! Bryant . + 2 . Talk not to me of odds or ...
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... leave in our town not even a trace Of the rats ! Robert Browning . 5. Compound x An explosive force upon the opening and closing of the vowel , indicating surprise : 1 . Gone to swear a peace ! Gone to be married ! False blood to false ...
... leave in our town not even a trace Of the rats ! Robert Browning . 5. Compound x An explosive force upon the opening and closing of the vowel , indicating surprise : 1 . Gone to swear a peace ! Gone to be married ! False blood to false ...
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... leaves that were crisped and sere- As the leaves that were withering and sere , And I cried , " It was surely October , On this very night of last year , That I journeyed- I journeyed down here- That I brought a dread burden down here ...
... leaves that were crisped and sere- As the leaves that were withering and sere , And I cried , " It was surely October , On this very night of last year , That I journeyed- I journeyed down here- That I brought a dread burden down here ...
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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...