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... nature , but from a love hard for a man to live with another who was of excitement - for the same reason that always criticizing his actions , even if it were Charles II . liked to attend the debates in kindly and just criticism . It ...
... nature , but from a love hard for a man to live with another who was of excitement - for the same reason that always criticizing his actions , even if it were Charles II . liked to attend the debates in kindly and just criticism . It ...
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... nature was reviving after the wild war of elements which had so recently taken place ; but the contrast only made our situation the more horrible . We were in a grave from which there was no deliverance ; and a monster , worse than the ...
... nature was reviving after the wild war of elements which had so recently taken place ; but the contrast only made our situation the more horrible . We were in a grave from which there was no deliverance ; and a monster , worse than the ...
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... Nature , the God of nature , has proportioned the period of existence of every creature to the means of its support . Duration , perhaps , is as much a comparative quality as magnitude ; and these atoms of being , as they appear to us ...
... Nature , the God of nature , has proportioned the period of existence of every creature to the means of its support . Duration , perhaps , is as much a comparative quality as magnitude ; and these atoms of being , as they appear to us ...
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... nature is , Is proverb old and true ; Great is its power for good or ill- Bad habits then eschew . " -From the Dutch . THE BASHFUL MAN . BY JAMES SMITH . You must know , that , in my person , I am tall and thin , with a fair complexion ...
... nature is , Is proverb old and true ; Great is its power for good or ill- Bad habits then eschew . " -From the Dutch . THE BASHFUL MAN . BY JAMES SMITH . You must know , that , in my person , I am tall and thin , with a fair complexion ...
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... nature presently returned , and he resolved to think no more about it . Unluckily , however , when he got to his Irish home he told his sister something of the story , and that young lady's pretty cheek and bright eye glowed with pique ...
... nature presently returned , and he resolved to think no more about it . Unluckily , however , when he got to his Irish home he told his sister something of the story , and that young lady's pretty cheek and bright eye glowed with pique ...
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Page 270 - Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag," she said. A shade of sadness, a blush of shame, Over the face of the leader came; The nobler nature within him stirred To life at that woman's deed and word: " Who touches a hair of yon gray head Dies like a dog ! March on !
Page 270 - And shook it forth with a royal will. "Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag,
Page 12 - Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills.
Page 107 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, And our good Prince Eugene.
Page 12 - I hang like a roof : The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-coloured bow ; The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moist earth was laughing below.
Page 150 - I take to be the elder brother) was accidentally discovered in the manner following. The swine-herd, Ho-ti, having gone out into the woods one morning, as his manner was, to collect mast for his hogs, left his cottage in the care of his eldest son Bo-bo, a great lubberly boy, who being fond of playing with fire, as...
Page 265 - ... under an odd similitude ; sometimes it is lodged in a sly question, in a smart answer, in a quirkish reason, in a shrewd intimation, in cunningly diverting or cleverly retorting an objection ; sometimes it is couched in a bold scheme of speech, in a tart irony, in a lusty hyperbole, in a startling metaphor, in a plausible reconciling of contradictions, or in acute nonsense ; sometimes a scenical representation of persons or things, a counterfeit speech, a...
Page 51 - I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a; prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent. I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on recovery of my freedom, and, perhaps, the establishment of my fame.
Page 274 - TIGER! Tiger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
Page 15 - But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place ! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover...