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... tell you something new . is vulgar to laugh at a man , when you should weep with him . There is a vulgarity of soul as well as of manners . The highest instance of vulgarity is unmitigated contempt . Lying is extreme vulgarity . Vulgar ...
... tell you something new . is vulgar to laugh at a man , when you should weep with him . There is a vulgarity of soul as well as of manners . The highest instance of vulgarity is unmitigated contempt . Lying is extreme vulgarity . Vulgar ...
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... tell you of their unhappy loves ? Here they wandered through the grove , with ' knit hands , ' and slept linked in each others ' arms at night . Here he fell in the conflict ; and here by his grave she sat , under the unwholesome stars ...
... tell you of their unhappy loves ? Here they wandered through the grove , with ' knit hands , ' and slept linked in each others ' arms at night . Here he fell in the conflict ; and here by his grave she sat , under the unwholesome stars ...
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... tell you of , Hath wedded been ' t is now some two - score years : His Joan is simple , and but simply skilled ; She roasts his ' tatoes and his cider warms , What time the bitter frost a signal gives For a hot supper . But of this ...
... tell you of , Hath wedded been ' t is now some two - score years : His Joan is simple , and but simply skilled ; She roasts his ' tatoes and his cider warms , What time the bitter frost a signal gives For a hot supper . But of this ...
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... Telling of my true love , And of the balmy fruitfulness of good- With Heaven in smiles above- That hath the frosts and blight of Spring withstood - Thus painting my true love , And naming her , THE BEAUTIFUL OF THOUGHT ! Of sense so far ...
... Telling of my true love , And of the balmy fruitfulness of good- With Heaven in smiles above- That hath the frosts and blight of Spring withstood - Thus painting my true love , And naming her , THE BEAUTIFUL OF THOUGHT ! Of sense so far ...
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... tell us what it is to die , ' there must be some mysterious and peculiar sensation , some awful physical experience , attending it . But we see nothing , we see indi- cations of nothing , and we ought not to presume any thing , of this ...
... tell us what it is to die , ' there must be some mysterious and peculiar sensation , some awful physical experience , attending it . But we see nothing , we see indi- cations of nothing , and we ought not to presume any thing , of this ...
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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...