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... known . Every thing was urged let the details be left to the Standing Committee . by Gallatin , and some others , in favor of adjourn- There was no more said , and the vote was avoided.ment , and passing the resolution in its present ...
... known . Every thing was urged let the details be left to the Standing Committee . by Gallatin , and some others , in favor of adjourn- There was no more said , and the vote was avoided.ment , and passing the resolution in its present ...
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... known ; -the " elements were so from - Cork species . The character is certainly not mixed up in him , " and he presented so rare a com- so successful as that of Sancho ; but there is much bination of apostolic excellence , with the ...
... known ; -the " elements were so from - Cork species . The character is certainly not mixed up in him , " and he presented so rare a com- so successful as that of Sancho ; but there is much bination of apostolic excellence , with the ...
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... known to the dying saint . At the sound of his Stanley's health almost sunk beneath this second voice , she fixed on him a look of the most grateful separation from one he so devotedly loved ; but he recognition , and feebly raising her ...
... known to the dying saint . At the sound of his Stanley's health almost sunk beneath this second voice , she fixed on him a look of the most grateful separation from one he so devotedly loved ; but he recognition , and feebly raising her ...
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... known . He kept his feelings to himself , and of Hyperion , he had not courage to complete , since they preyed upon him the more . He possessed the cold reception of his earlier poems . In fact , too much delicacy to intrude his sorrows ...
... known . He kept his feelings to himself , and of Hyperion , he had not courage to complete , since they preyed upon him the more . He possessed the cold reception of his earlier poems . In fact , too much delicacy to intrude his sorrows ...
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... known him long , appreciated his character , and was blessed with a rich fund of animal spirits and kindly feel- ing , " sustained and soothed " the sufferer , until he tranquilly expired at Rome , Dec. 27th , 1820 . How many have ...
... known him long , appreciated his character , and was blessed with a rich fund of animal spirits and kindly feel- ing , " sustained and soothed " the sufferer , until he tranquilly expired at Rome , Dec. 27th , 1820 . How many have ...
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Сторінка 23 - The voice at midnight came, He started up to hear ; A mortal arrow pierced his frame — He fell, but felt no fear.
Сторінка 41 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in sea-weed, Pensive awhile, she dreams awake, and sees, In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
Сторінка 57 - MAIDENHOOD. mAIDEN ! with the meek brown eyes, In whose orbs a shadow lies, Like the dusk in evening skies ! Thou whose locks outshine the sun, Golden tresses, wreathed in one, As the braided streamlets run ! Standing, with reluctant feet, Where the brook and river meet, Womanhood and childhood fleet...
Сторінка 247 - But to the hero, when his sword Has won the battle for the free. Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word; And in its hollow tones are heard The thanks of millions yet to be. Come when his task of fame is wrought; Come with her laurel-leaf...
Сторінка 40 - While he from forth the closet brought a heap Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd, With jellies soother than the creamy curd, And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon, Manna and dates, in argosy transferr'd From Fez, and spiced dainties, every one, From silken Samarcand to cedar'd Lebanon.
Сторінка 153 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream ! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal ; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Сторінка 302 - And wi' the lave ilk merry morn Could rank my rig and lass, Still shearing, and clearing The tither stocked raw, Wi' claivers, an' haivers, Wearing the day awa : Ev'n then a wish, (I mind its power,) A wish that to my latest hour Shall strongly heave my breast ; That I for poor auld Scotland's sake, Some usefu' plan, or beuk could make, Or sing a sang at least.
Сторінка 41 - St Agnes' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith...
Сторінка 82 - No, faith, not a jot ; but to follow him thither with modesty enough, and likelihood to lead it: As thus; Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth to dust ; the dust is earth ; of earth we make loam : And why of that loam, whereto he was converted, might they not stop a beer-barrel...
Сторінка 245 - Strong sense, deep feeling, passions strong, A hate of tyrant and of knave, A love of right, a scorn of wrong, Of coward and of slave ; A kind, true heart, a spirit high, That could not fear and would not bow, Were written in his manly eye And on his manly brow.