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... bright June day , far up in the blue sky , a paper - kite , swaying to and fro , rising and sinking , diving and curvet- ing , and flashing back the sunlight in a manner that was wonderful to behold . We left our little tin vessels in ...
... bright June day , far up in the blue sky , a paper - kite , swaying to and fro , rising and sinking , diving and curvet- ing , and flashing back the sunlight in a manner that was wonderful to behold . We left our little tin vessels in ...
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... bright and smiling . Now it came to pass , how- beit , that when , beguiling the way with much remember- able converse , we came to the brow of the last hill that overlooks the turn of the road into the valley , one of the aforesaid ...
... bright and smiling . Now it came to pass , how- beit , that when , beguiling the way with much remember- able converse , we came to the brow of the last hill that overlooks the turn of the road into the valley , one of the aforesaid ...
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... bright thought strikes him . I have , ' said he , a consignment of cotton night - caps from an old correspondent , which I shall not object to ex- change for your stockings . ' The bargain was soon closed . The stocking - factor wrote ...
... bright thought strikes him . I have , ' said he , a consignment of cotton night - caps from an old correspondent , which I shall not object to ex- change for your stockings . ' The bargain was soon closed . The stocking - factor wrote ...
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... bright - eyed girl , of some five years , who has been lying upon the fur - rug before the sanctum fire , suddenly pauses in her disjointed , innocent chat ; says ' Little BLINKEY has come to town , ' and that her eyes are heavy ...
... bright - eyed girl , of some five years , who has been lying upon the fur - rug before the sanctum fire , suddenly pauses in her disjointed , innocent chat ; says ' Little BLINKEY has come to town , ' and that her eyes are heavy ...
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... on the fan the fair pictured damsel in vermillion rrobes and blue hat , assisting a little boy , in bright yellow round - about and white sailor - trowsers , to fly a scarlet kite 6 72 CHURCH AT LAKE GEORGE . with a green tail.
... on the fan the fair pictured damsel in vermillion rrobes and blue hat , assisting a little boy , in bright yellow round - about and white sailor - trowsers , to fly a scarlet kite 6 72 CHURCH AT LAKE GEORGE . with a green tail.
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Page 89 - Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image.
Page 230 - Nothing in my hand I bring; Simply to thy cross I cling ; Naked, come to thee for dress ; Helpless, look to thee for grace ; Foul, I to the fountain fly ; Wash me, Saviour, or I die.
Page 123 - I'll tell you, friend! a wise man and a fool. You'll find, if once the monarch acts the monk Or, cobbler-like, the parson will be drunk, Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow, The rest is all but leather or prunella.
Page 48 - BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me.
Page 77 - I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil : and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, — As he is very potent with such spirits, — Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this: — the play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
Page 164 - SEAWEED WHEN descends on the Atlantic The gigantic Storm-wind of the equinox. Landward in his wrath he scourges The toiling surges, Laden with seaweed from the rocks : From Bermuda's reefs ; from edges Of sunken ledges, In some far-off, bright Azore ; From Bahama, and the dashing, Silver-flashing Surges of San Salvador...
Page 40 - TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Page 229 - Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee ! Let the water and the blood, From Thy riven side which flowed, Be of sin the double cure, Cleanse me from its guilt and power.
Page 48 - And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But, O, for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Page 235 - And fades not in the glory of the sun, Where crystal columns send forth slender shafts And crossing arches, and fantastic aisles Wind from the sight in brightness and are lost Among the crowded pillars.