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... heard the sentence of death ; and after a brief confession , Ursini was led away to the gallows . After such an example , none who were conscious of guilt could hope for impunity , and the flight of the wicked , the licentious , and the ...
... heard the sentence of death ; and after a brief confession , Ursini was led away to the gallows . After such an example , none who were conscious of guilt could hope for impunity , and the flight of the wicked , the licentious , and the ...
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... heard ; and the licentiousness of the multitude was curbed by discipline and fear . A subsequent day was appointed for the coronation of Rienzi ; seven crowns of different leaves or metals were successively placed on his head by the ...
... heard ; and the licentiousness of the multitude was curbed by discipline and fear . A subsequent day was appointed for the coronation of Rienzi ; seven crowns of different leaves or metals were successively placed on his head by the ...
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... heard thee last . Those lips are thine - thy own sweet smile I see , The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails , else how distinct they say , " Grieve not , my child , chase all thy fears away ! " The meek ...
... heard thee last . Those lips are thine - thy own sweet smile I see , The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails , else how distinct they say , " Grieve not , my child , chase all thy fears away ! " The meek ...
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... heard the bell toll'd on thy burial day , I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away , And , turning from my nursery window , drew A long , long sigh , and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? -It was . - Where thou art gone Adieus and ...
... heard the bell toll'd on thy burial day , I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away , And , turning from my nursery window , drew A long , long sigh , and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? -It was . - Where thou art gone Adieus and ...
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... my great Creator , and shall look upon it as a call from heaven , as much as if I heard the Almighty say to me , I desire to have this person love me , and therefore have I made him to love 28 HALF - HOURS WITH THE BEST AUTHORS .
... my great Creator , and shall look upon it as a call from heaven , as much as if I heard the Almighty say to me , I desire to have this person love me , and therefore have I made him to love 28 HALF - HOURS WITH THE BEST AUTHORS .
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Сторінка 100 - Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And, having once turned round, walks on, And turns no more his head, Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Сторінка 191 - Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year...
Сторінка 401 - This wisdom descendeth not from above, but is earthly, sensual, devilish. For where envying and strife is, there is confusion and every evil work. But the wisdom that is from above is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, and easy to be intreated, full of mercy and good fruits, without partiality, and without hypocrisy.
Сторінка 90 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Сторінка 192 - If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee; A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable!
Сторінка 90 - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot: O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea. About, about, in reel and rout The death-fires danced at night; The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue, and white.
Сторінка 96 - They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes; It had been strange, even in a dream,! To have seen those dead men rise. The helmsman steered, the ship moved on; Yet never a breeze...
Сторінка 18 - Lords and Commons of England, consider what nation it is whereof ye are and whereof ye are the governors : a nation not slow and dull, but of a quick, ingenious, and piercing spirit, acute to invent, subtle and sinewy to discourse, not beneath the reach of any point the highest that human capacity can soar to.
Сторінка 100 - Is this the hill? is this the kirk? Is this mine own countree ? We drifted o'er the harbour-bar, And I with sobs did pray — O let me be awake, my God! Or let me sleep alway.
Сторінка 91 - With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, We could nor laugh nor wail; Through utter drought all dumb we stood ! I bit my arm, I sucked .the blood, And cried, A sail! a sail! With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, Agape they heard me call : Gramercy! they for joy did grin, And all at once their breath drew in, As they were drinking all. See! see! (I cried) she tacks no more! Hither to work us weal; Without a breeze, without a tide, She steadies with upright keel!