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... better word could be spoken for a collection like the present , than this of Coleridge's : - " Why are not more gems from our great authors scattered over the country ? Great books are not in everybody's reach ; and though it is better ...
... better word could be spoken for a collection like the present , than this of Coleridge's : - " Why are not more gems from our great authors scattered over the country ? Great books are not in everybody's reach ; and though it is better ...
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... they might passage get : But she so handled still the matter , They came as good as ours or better And are not spent a whit . Suckling . I DR JOHNSON ON HIS DICTIONARY . HAVE devoted this 44 THE BOOK OF ELEGANT EXTRACTS .
... they might passage get : But she so handled still the matter , They came as good as ours or better And are not spent a whit . Suckling . I DR JOHNSON ON HIS DICTIONARY . HAVE devoted this 44 THE BOOK OF ELEGANT EXTRACTS .
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... better than a homely swain ; To sit upon a hill , as I do now , To carve out dials quaintly , point by point , Thereby to see the minutes how they run : How. 54 THE BOOK OF ELEGANT EXTRACTS . PASTORAL DUTIES AND Delights,
... better than a homely swain ; To sit upon a hill , as I do now , To carve out dials quaintly , point by point , Thereby to see the minutes how they run : How. 54 THE BOOK OF ELEGANT EXTRACTS . PASTORAL DUTIES AND Delights,
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... better able to bear their sickness , they walked on their way , and came yet nearer and nearer , where were orchards , vineyards , and gardens ; and their gates opened into the high- way . Now as they came up to these places , behold ...
... better able to bear their sickness , they walked on their way , and came yet nearer and nearer , where were orchards , vineyards , and gardens ; and their gates opened into the high- way . Now as they came up to these places , behold ...
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... better may na be ; And I will burn hersel ' therein , But and her babies thrie . " " And ein wae worth ye , Jock , my man : I paid ye weil your fee ; Why pu ye oot my grund - wa - stane , Lets in the reek to me ? " And ein wae worth ye ...
... better may na be ; And I will burn hersel ' therein , But and her babies thrie . " " And ein wae worth ye , Jock , my man : I paid ye weil your fee ; Why pu ye oot my grund - wa - stane , Lets in the reek to me ? " And ein wae worth ye ...
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Page 135 - He was the man who of all modern, and perhaps ancient poets, had the largest and most comprehensive soul, All the images of Nature were still present to him, and he drew them, not laboriously, but luckily: when he describes any thing, you more than see it, you feel it too.
Page 28 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a DEATH? and are there two? Is DEATH that woman's mate?
Page 108 - Hear the loud alarum bells, Brazen bells! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
Page 64 - And shook it forth with a royal will. " 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 53 - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself...
Page 100 - Not as a child shall we again behold her ; For when with raptures wild In our embraces we again enfold her, She will not be a child ; But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion, Clothed with celestial grace ; And beautiful with all the soul's expansion Shall we behold her face.
Page 100 - Let us be patient! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise. We see but dimly through the mists and vapors; Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps.
Page 53 - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery ? O, yes it doth ; a thousand-fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, • His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Page 29 - The Sun's rim dips; the stars rush out: At one stride comes the dark; With far-heard whisper, o'er the sea, Off shot the spectre-bark. We listened and looked sideways up! Fear at my heart, as at a cup, My life-blood seemed to sip! The stars were dim, and thick the night, The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white; From the sails the dew did drip) — Till clomb above the eastern bar The horned Moon, with one bright star Within the nether tip.
Page 53 - God ! methinks it were a happy life To be no better than a homely swain : To sit upon a hill, as I do now ; To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, — How many make the hour full complete, How many hours bring about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live.