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... deep in love , then he , who ne'er 5 From me shall separate , at once my lips All trembling kiss'd . The book and writer both Were love's purveyors . In its leaves that day We read no more . " While thus one spirit spake , The other ...
... deep in love , then he , who ne'er 5 From me shall separate , at once my lips All trembling kiss'd . The book and writer both Were love's purveyors . In its leaves that day We read no more . " While thus one spirit spake , The other ...
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... deep bosom of the ocean buried . Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths ; Our bruised arms hung up for monuments ; Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings , Our dreadful marches to delightful measures . Grim - visaged war ...
... deep bosom of the ocean buried . Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths ; Our bruised arms hung up for monuments ; Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings , Our dreadful marches to delightful measures . Grim - visaged war ...
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... tories make men wise ; poets witty ; the mathematics ro subtle ; natural philosophy deep ; moral grave ; logic and rhetoric , able to contend . SIR THOMAS BROWNE ° TEMPERANCE IN PLEASURE PUNISH not thyself 24 SELECTIONS FOR ORAL READING.
... tories make men wise ; poets witty ; the mathematics ro subtle ; natural philosophy deep ; moral grave ; logic and rhetoric , able to contend . SIR THOMAS BROWNE ° TEMPERANCE IN PLEASURE PUNISH not thyself 24 SELECTIONS FOR ORAL READING.
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... deep , Won from the void and formless Infinite ! Thee I revisit now with bolder wing , 5 IO Escaped the Stygian Pool , though long detained In that obscure sojourn , while in my flight , 15 Through utter and through middle Darkness ...
... deep , Won from the void and formless Infinite ! Thee I revisit now with bolder wing , 5 IO Escaped the Stygian Pool , though long detained In that obscure sojourn , while in my flight , 15 Through utter and through middle Darkness ...
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... deep sigh ; I saw the 10 iron enter into his soul . I burst into tears ; I could not sustain the picture of confinement which my fancy had drawn . OLIVER GOLDSMITH ° THE VICAR AND HIS FAMILY I was 62 SELECTIONS FOR ORAL READING.
... deep sigh ; I saw the 10 iron enter into his soul . I burst into tears ; I could not sustain the picture of confinement which my fancy had drawn . OLIVER GOLDSMITH ° THE VICAR AND HIS FAMILY I was 62 SELECTIONS FOR ORAL READING.
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Page 172 - O hark ! O hear, how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying ; Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Page 273 - Far-called, our navies melt away, On dune and headland sinks the fire; Lo all our pomp of yesterday Is one with Nineveh and Tyre. Judge of the nations, spare us yet, Lest we forget, lest we forget.
Page 113 - Liberty first and Union afterwards ; but everywhere, spread all over in characters of living light, blazing on all its ample folds, as they float over the sea and over the land, and in every wind under the whole heavens, that other sentiment, dear to every true American heart, Liberty and Union, Now and Forever, One and Inseparable.
Page 71 - Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery! Our chains are forged. Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable — and let it come!! I repeat it, sir, let it come!!! It is vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, peace, peace — but there is no peace.
Page 88 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace ; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume ; And the bridemaidens whispered, "Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Page 21 - Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested; that is, some books are to be read only in parts; others to be read, but not curiously; and some few to be read wholly, and with diligence and attention.
Page 96 - Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain — Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD!
Page 69 - I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided, and that is the lamp of experience. I know of no way of judging of the future but by the past.
Page 71 - They tell us, sir, that we are weak — unable to cope with so formidable an adversary. But when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week, or the next year?
Page 1 - For a thousand years in thy sight Are but as yesterday when it is past, And as a watch in the night. Thou carriest them away as with a flood ; they are as a sleep : In the morning they are like grass which groweth up. In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up ; In the evening it is cut down, and withereth.