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... is wisdom found in him whose locks are black and shining , and whose eye sparkles with youth . The voice of the aged man is weak and his ear is closed with deaf- ness , but he knoweth the truth ; and happy 6 The Editor .
... is wisdom found in him whose locks are black and shining , and whose eye sparkles with youth . The voice of the aged man is weak and his ear is closed with deaf- ness , but he knoweth the truth ; and happy 6 The Editor .
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ness , but he knoweth the truth ; and happy is the young man when he hearkeneth unto his words . Like a swift horse governed by a skilful rider is the vigour of youth , guided by the wisdom of age . The life of man is as a high mountain ...
ness , but he knoweth the truth ; and happy is the young man when he hearkeneth unto his words . Like a swift horse governed by a skilful rider is the vigour of youth , guided by the wisdom of age . The life of man is as a high mountain ...
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... happy duty of editing a New Edition of Vol . I. - I am looking laughingly under my eyes at our pub- lisher , who is regretting that we did not print an additional five thousand of No. III . to meet the innumerable demands from all parts ...
... happy duty of editing a New Edition of Vol . I. - I am looking laughingly under my eyes at our pub- lisher , who is regretting that we did not print an additional five thousand of No. III . to meet the innumerable demands from all parts ...
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... bright and sparkling , and the wherries shot down the tide , bearing their joyous cargoes gaily along . The garden was crowded with groups of the young and happy - the butterflies of the earth rejoicing in their Confessions of a Duellist.
... bright and sparkling , and the wherries shot down the tide , bearing their joyous cargoes gaily along . The garden was crowded with groups of the young and happy - the butterflies of the earth rejoicing in their Confessions of a Duellist.
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happy - the butterflies of the earth rejoicing in their summer garments , and looking as though winter was banished for ever from the outer and the inner world . I had appointed this place as a rendezvous for my friend , and I could not ...
happy - the butterflies of the earth rejoicing in their summer garments , and looking as though winter was banished for ever from the outer and the inner world . I had appointed this place as a rendezvous for my friend , and I could not ...
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Page 35 - Hurrah ! the foes are moving ! Hark to the mingled din Of fife and steed, and trump and drum, and roaring culverin ! The fiery Duke is pricking fast across St Andre's plain, With all the hireling chivalry of Guelders and Almayne.
Page 34 - Flemish spears. There rode the brood of false Lorraine, the curses of our land ; And dark Mayenne was in the midst, a truncheon in his hand : And, as we looked on them, we thought of Seine's empurpled flood, And good Coligni's hoary hair all dabbled with his blood ; And we cried unto the living God, who rules the fate of war, To fight for his own holy name, and Henry of Navarre.
Page 450 - You show us Rome was glorious, not profuse, And pompous buildings once were things of use; Yet shall, my lord, your just, your noble rules, Fill half the land with imitating fools ; Who random drawings from your sheets shall take; And of one beauty many blunders make...
Page 325 - Fools! your doublets shone with gold, and your hearts were gay and bold, When you kissed your lily hands to your lemans to-day; And to-morrow shall the fox, from her chambers in the rocks, Lead forth her tawny cubs to howl above the prey. Where be your tongues that late mocked at heaven and hell and fate, And the fingers that once were so busy with your blades, Your perfum'd satin clothes, your catches and your oaths, Your stage-plays and your sonnets, your diamonds and your spades?
Page 382 - It must not be; there is no power in Venice Can alter a decree established: 'Twill be recorded for a precedent, And many an error by the same example Will rush into the state; it cannot be.
Page 301 - That an accursed thing it is to gaze On prosperous tyrants with a dazzled eye...
Page 161 - Thammuz came next behind, Whose annual wound in Lebanon allured The Syrian damsels to lament his fate In amorous ditties all a summer's day, While smooth Adonis from his native rock 450 Ran purple to the sea, supposed with blood Of Thammuz yearly wounded...
Page 216 - Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and shades of death — A universe of death ! which God by curse Created evil— for evil only good, Where all life dies, death lives, and nature breeds Perverse, all monstrous, all prodigious things, Abominable, inutterable, and worse Than fables yet have feigned, or fear conceived, Gorgons, and Hydras, and Chimeras dire.
Page 35 - D'Aumale hath cried for quarter. The Flemish count is slain. Their ranks are breaking like thin clouds before a Biscay gale ; The field is heaped with bleeding steeds, and flags, and cloven mail. And then we thought on vengeance, and, all along our van, " Remember St. Bartholomew," was passed from man to man. But out spake gentle Henry, " No Frenchman is my foe : Down, down with every foreigner, but let your brethren go.
Page 35 - Oh, was there ever such a knight, in friendship or in war, As our sovereign lord, King Henry, the soldier of Navarre? Ho ! maidens of Vienna ! Ho ! matrons of Lucerne ! Weep, weep, and rend your hair for those who never shall return ! Ho ! Philip, send for charity thy Mexican pistoles, That Antwerp monks may sing a mass for thy poor spearmen's souls. Ho ! gallant nobles of the League, look that your arms be bright ! Ho ! burghers of St.