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... thou- sand Indians - such a man , I say , inspires me with no more respect than the bitterest democrat can feel towards him . But , such as he is , he is a part of the old society to which we belong and I submit to his lord- ship with ...
... thou- sand Indians - such a man , I say , inspires me with no more respect than the bitterest democrat can feel towards him . But , such as he is , he is a part of the old society to which we belong and I submit to his lord- ship with ...
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... thou maun never be mine , Although even hope is denied , " Tis sweeter for thee despairing Than aught in the world beside . " The poet touches every scene and sound , every thought and feeling , but the refrain of all is Scotland . To ...
... thou maun never be mine , Although even hope is denied , " Tis sweeter for thee despairing Than aught in the world beside . " The poet touches every scene and sound , every thought and feeling , but the refrain of all is Scotland . To ...
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... thou- sand . Then , sir , there is the climate of Duluth , unquestionably the most salubrious and de- lightful to be found anywhere on the Lord's earth . Now , I have always been under the impression , as I presume other gentlemen have ...
... thou- sand . Then , sir , there is the climate of Duluth , unquestionably the most salubrious and de- lightful to be found anywhere on the Lord's earth . Now , I have always been under the impression , as I presume other gentlemen have ...
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... thou not soar away ? " And the soul answer'd , with a ghastly frown , " In what life loved , death finds its weal or woe ; Slave to the clay's Desires , they drag me down To the clay's rot below ! " It spoke , and where Rome's purple ...
... thou not soar away ? " And the soul answer'd , with a ghastly frown , " In what life loved , death finds its weal or woe ; Slave to the clay's Desires , they drag me down To the clay's rot below ! " It spoke , and where Rome's purple ...
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... thou retire alone , -nor couldst thou wish Couch more magnificent . Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world - with kings , The powerful of the earth - the wise , the good , Fair forms , and hoary seers of ages past , All ...
... thou retire alone , -nor couldst thou wish Couch more magnificent . Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world - with kings , The powerful of the earth - the wise , the good , Fair forms , and hoary seers of ages past , All ...
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Andrew Waddell Antonio beautiful began better Bouillabaisse Burns called Carcassonne Cardo Charlotte Clan Maclean cried dark dead dear death delight door Duluth earth exclaimed eyes face father fear feel flowers Frederick Frederick Hume genius George Withers girl hand happy head hear heard heart Heaven honour hour human Hume James Sadleir John Brown John Sadleir Kabak kiss knew lady laugh leave light live look Lord Malays Mark Twain Masaniello mind morning mother never night o'er Pipers poet poor portmanteau Professor Robert Burns Romelli round Scotland seemed Shon smile song soon soul spirit stood Street Surbiton sweet tears tell thee things thou thought thousand tion told took trees truth turned Virginia voice wife wind woman wonder words young youth
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Сторінка 68 - ... them into the tide and immediately disappeared. These hidden pit-falls were set very thick at the entrance of the bridge, so that throngs of people no sooner broke through the cloud, but many of them fell into them. They grew thinner towards the middle, but multiplied and lay closer together towards the end of the arches that were entire.
Сторінка 36 - Yet a few days and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course ; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again ; And, lost each human trace, surrendering UP Thine individual being, shalt thou go To mix for ever with the elements, To be a brother to the insensible rock, And to the sluggish clod which the rude swain Turns...
Сторінка 370 - He giveth his beloved sleep — Ps. cxxvii. 2. OF all the thoughts of God that are Borne inward unto souls afar, Along the Psalmist's music deep, Now tell me if that any is, For gift or grace, surpassing this — ' He giveth His beloved sleep ' ? What would we give to our beloved?
Сторінка 160 - And yet my eyes are filled with tears. With earnest feeling I shall pray For thee when I am far away; For never saw I mien or face In which more plainly I could trace Benignity and home-bred sense Ripening in perfect innocence.
Сторінка 394 - Now, all amid the rigours of .the year, In the wild depth of Winter, while without The ceaseless winds blow ice, be my retreat, Between the groaning forest and the shore Beat by the boundless multitude of waves, A rural, shelter'd, solitary scene ; Where ruddy fire and beaming tapers join, To cheer the gloom. There studious let me sit, And hold high converse with the mighty dead...
Сторінка 160 - In spots like these it is we prize Our memory, feel that she hath eyes : Then why should I be loth to stir? I feel this place was made for her; To give new pleasure like the past, Continued long as life shall last.
Сторінка 68 - Look no more, said he, on man in the first stage of his existence, in his setting out for eternity ; but cast thine eye on that thick mist into which the tide bears the several generations of mortals that fall into it.
Сторінка 121 - I loved a Love once, fairest among women: Closed are her doors on me, I must not see her— All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man: Like an ingrate, I left my friend abruptly; Left him, to muse on the old familiar faces.
Сторінка 36 - Of the stern agony and shroud and pall And breathless darkness and the narrow house Make thee to shudder and grow sick at heart, Go forth under the open sky and list To Nature's teachings, while from all around — Earth and her waters and the depths of air — Comes a still voice...
Сторінка 36 - Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there ! And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.