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... and her chisel was in her own right hand , and her thoughts were dwelling
upon the bow of Cupid unbent and held horizontally , when she marked out the
contour of thy mouth , and planted its terminations deeply in the cheek , and saw
that ...
... and her chisel was in her own right hand , and her thoughts were dwelling
upon the bow of Cupid unbent and held horizontally , when she marked out the
contour of thy mouth , and planted its terminations deeply in the cheek , and saw
that ...
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These gather daily about the door of • The National , ' ready to die in a minute for
their bleeding country and a fat office ; and in the cool of the evening , squint
Suspicion and Scandal , her tongue well glibbed with lies , go out , hand in hand ,
to ...
These gather daily about the door of • The National , ' ready to die in a minute for
their bleeding country and a fat office ; and in the cool of the evening , squint
Suspicion and Scandal , her tongue well glibbed with lies , go out , hand in hand ,
to ...
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Here they wandered through the grove , with “ knit hands , ' and slept linked in
each others ' arms at night . Here he fell in the ... this Sweetest tie that Love can
seek ; Cold is from thy mouth the kiss , The pressure of thy hand is weak . No
wreath ...
Here they wandered through the grove , with “ knit hands , ' and slept linked in
each others ' arms at night . Here he fell in the ... this Sweetest tie that Love can
seek ; Cold is from thy mouth the kiss , The pressure of thy hand is weak . No
wreath ...
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was thrown across his left arm ; in his right hand he held a long , slender sword .
At the blast of the trumpet , he stepped forth , and having passed before and
saluted the Governor , addressed himself to his task . Approaching the bull , with
a ...
was thrown across his left arm ; in his right hand he held a long , slender sword .
At the blast of the trumpet , he stepped forth , and having passed before and
saluted the Governor , addressed himself to his task . Approaching the bull , with
a ...
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There's a cypress garland o'er the lyre I am holding in my hand ; And I will strike
to thee , to - night , The mighty chords of soul , Till the swelling tide of long pent
thought Triumphantly shall roll ? There is joy in all your palaces , There is
feasting ...
There's a cypress garland o'er the lyre I am holding in my hand ; And I will strike
to thee , to - night , The mighty chords of soul , Till the swelling tide of long pent
thought Triumphantly shall roll ? There is joy in all your palaces , There is
feasting ...
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Page 419 - Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow ; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell When the evening sun is low. And children coming home from school Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
Page 419 - 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 419 - 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. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee , my worthy friend, ' For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped...
Page 419 - The village smithy stands ; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Page 97 - In my opinion, profound minds are the most likely to think lightly of the resources of human reason; and it is the pert superficial thinker who is generally strongest in every kind of unbelief. The deep philosopher sees chains of causes and effects so wonderfully and strangely linked together, that he is usually the last person to decide upon the impossibility of any two series of events being independent of each other...
Page 94 - Those morning haunts are where they should be, at home ; not sleeping, or concocting the surfeits of an irregular feast, but up and stirring, in winter often ere the sound of any bell awake men to labour or to devotion ; in summer as oft with the bird that first rouses, or not much tardier, to read good authors, or cause them to be read, till the attention be weary, or memory have its full fraught : then, with useful and generous labours preserving the body's health and hardiness...
Page 94 - ... to read good authors, or cause them to be read, till the attention be weary, or memory have its full fraught; then with useful and generous labors preserving the body's health and hardiness to render lightsome, clear, and not lumpish obedience to the mind, to the cause of religion, and our country's liberty...
Page 507 - Oh, ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay ; I never loved a tree or flower But 'twas the first to fade away ; I never nursed a dear gazelle, To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die.
Page 149 - Save base authority from others' books. These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights, That give a name to every fixed star, Have no more profit of their shining nights, Than those that walk, and wot not what they are.
Page 98 - ... with such an act, he turned up his eyes, and with difficulty perceived, at an immeasurable height, a flight of condors soaring in circles in a particular spot. Beneath...