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... poor , he stepped to the bedside of the patient . The widow , taking him for the doctor , told him all about her complaint , and how she was unable to take proper care of herself . The emperor said , " I must write a prescription for ...
... poor , he stepped to the bedside of the patient . The widow , taking him for the doctor , told him all about her complaint , and how she was unable to take proper care of herself . The emperor said , " I must write a prescription for ...
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... poor widow looked up to the sky speechless , she was so overcome with feelings of thankfulness . The money was duly paid on receipt of the cheque , and the nourishing diet which the poor woman was now enabled to indulge in soon restored ...
... poor widow looked up to the sky speechless , she was so overcome with feelings of thankfulness . The money was duly paid on receipt of the cheque , and the nourishing diet which the poor woman was now enabled to indulge in soon restored ...
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... ( poor thing ! ) , she turned round , and went back again , spinning a new bright thread , and filling up all those wide spaces . The old thread served her for a scaffolding , so that she got on much better going back . Sne was very ...
... ( poor thing ! ) , she turned round , and went back again , spinning a new bright thread , and filling up all those wide spaces . The old thread served her for a scaffolding , so that she got on much better going back . Sne was very ...
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... Poor man , " say I , " you do indeed pay too dear for your whistle . " When I meet a man of pleasure , sacrificing every laudable improvement of the mind , or of his fortune , to mere corporeal sensations ; " Mistaken man , " say I ...
... Poor man , " say I , " you do indeed pay too dear for your whistle . " When I meet a man of pleasure , sacrificing every laudable improvement of the mind , or of his fortune , to mere corporeal sensations ; " Mistaken man , " say I ...
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... poor family , who were suffering from both want and sickness ; and the worthy old man , besides administering the consolations of religion , had given them a few small coins , saved by rigid self - denial from his scanty income . He ...
... poor family , who were suffering from both want and sickness ; and the worthy old man , besides administering the consolations of religion , had given them a few small coins , saved by rigid self - denial from his scanty income . He ...
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Page 265 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,— " Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, " art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore !" Quoth the Raven,
Page 282 - May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees...
Page 67 - In the elder days of Art, Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part; For the gods see everywhere.
Page 263 - Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore, Nameless here for evermore.
Page 266 - thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.
Page 266 - Nevermore.' 'Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked, upstarting 'Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Page 269 - And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull, cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honor...
Page 269 - Pr'ythee, lead me in : There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny : 'tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Page 267 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Page 267 - There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.