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... never read Mrs. Hemans's poems herself , but she had heard so much about her since she came there , that she thought she should . Three or four other persons , she said , had called to see the house ; one gentleman had sat down on the ...
... never read Mrs. Hemans's poems herself , but she had heard so much about her since she came there , that she thought she should . Three or four other persons , she said , had called to see the house ; one gentleman had sat down on the ...
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... never visited by strangers , lie the mortal remains of one , who will probably be accounted by future generations the most remarkable person of his own , or perhaps of any , age . During his life , his lot , like that of most great men ...
... never visited by strangers , lie the mortal remains of one , who will probably be accounted by future generations the most remarkable person of his own , or perhaps of any , age . During his life , his lot , like that of most great men ...
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... never know - they may well envy -the feelings of an educated American , on first beholding the classic spots in the land of his fore- fathers . Habit and daily use , with those who live near such places , blunt the feelings of interest ...
... never know - they may well envy -the feelings of an educated American , on first beholding the classic spots in the land of his fore- fathers . Habit and daily use , with those who live near such places , blunt the feelings of interest ...
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... never yet seen the interior of St. Paul's or Westminster Abbey . As I contemplated , in the distance , those venerable towers , what various images and associations came thronging through my mind ! From Edward the Confessor , who , as ...
... never yet seen the interior of St. Paul's or Westminster Abbey . As I contemplated , in the distance , those venerable towers , what various images and associations came thronging through my mind ! From Edward the Confessor , who , as ...
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... never justify , the conduct of Byron . But however much these considerations may dispose us to excuse him , do they afford any ground for holding him up as a model , for setting him prominently before the youth of his country and before ...
... never justify , the conduct of Byron . But however much these considerations may dispose us to excuse him , do they afford any ground for holding him up as a model , for setting him prominently before the youth of his country and before ...
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Page 138 - Every year of its duration has teemed with fresh proofs of its utility and its blessings; and, although our territory has stretched out wider and wider, and our population spread farther and farther, they have not outrun its protection or its benefits. It has been to us all a copious fountain of national, social, and personal happiness.
Page 308 - When the broken arches are black in night, And each shafted oriel glimmers white; When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory...
Page 144 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Page 145 - And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find a summer home and rest, And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest. Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet, on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright.
Page 140 - On this question of principle, while actual suffering was yet afar off, they raised their flag against a power, to which, for purposes of foreign conquest and subjugation, Rome, in the height of her glory, is not to be compared ; a power which has dotted over the surface of the whole globe with her possessions and military posts, whose morning drum-beat, following the sun, and keeping company with the hours, circles the earth with one continuous and unbroken strain of the martial airs of England.
Page 105 - ... there at the foot of yonder nodding beech that wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, his listless length at noontide would he stretch, and pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Page 138 - I profess, sir, in my career hitherto to have kept steadily in view the prosperity and honor of the whole country, and the preservation of our federal Union. It is to that Union we owe our safety at home, and our consideration and dignity abroad. It is to that Union that we are chiefly indebted for whatever makes us most proud of our country.
Page 146 - It sounds. to him like her mother's voice Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
Page 206 - tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...
Page 100 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...